I was Re-watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and I realized that the Dursleys not only failed Harry (which they did majorly), they failed Dudley as well.
By spoiling him and enabling him to bully and belittle others from such a young age they are partly what made him the way he was.
Like how they showed him to be greedy by showering him with presents on his birthday and not objecting or telling him he should be grateful when he complained and asked for more.
Or by turning the other way (and even encouraging him) when he bullied other children, especially Harry.
It was their responsibility to teach him right from wrong and they failed.
I am not saying Dudley is completely innocent or that he is stuck being a greedy bully but they certainly didn’t do him any favours.
“Dumbledore paused, and although his voice remained light and calm, and he gave no obvious sign of anger, Harry felt a kind of chill emanating from him and noticed that the Dursleys drew very slightly closer together.
'You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son. He has known nothing but neglect and often cruelty at your hands. The best that can be said is that he has at least escaped the appalling damage you have inflicted upon the unfortunate boy sitting between you.'”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
On the twelfth day of finals my college gave to me,
Twelve screaming sessions
Eleven chapters to read
Ten students sobbing
Nine frozen pizzas
Eight days of no sleep
Seven shows on Netflix
Six open tabs
FIVE POTS OF COFFEE!!!!!
Four panicked calls
Three vehement denials
Two mental breakdowns
And a day of getting nothing done
…….. Yeah, so I should be studying. Instead, this happened.
Saw this on a door at work.
need to reblog this again for those tags
The cutest kitten gifs ever on tumblr
do not do this to my frail and mortal being
Night Vale’s Christmas tree. Assuming Santa risks flying over our little desert community~
Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
The revolution really doesn’t start with Katniss.
It starts with Rue.
SOMEBODY FINALLY SAID IT
This is exactly the point I’ve been trying to make for years. Okay, so the revolution gets it’s kindling with Katniss. She volunteers, well that’s new, she rebels in the display of talents by shooting the apple. This triggers her perfect score, okay. These aren’t really “Revolutionary” though.
It’s not even revolutionary when Peeta professes his love, because, let’s face it, the rules of the game haven’t changed. They’re still just two kids who would have to KILL each other to win. Without a doubt, it would bring some interest to the games, so the Capitol makes propaganda about it. The “Star Crossed Lovers” in a game of life and death.
But what changes the game is Rue. Right away from her introduction in the books we know Rue is going to be somewhat of a big deal. She was compared to the most important character to Katniss, Prim, so that’s a huge indicator. She’s small, young, she’s what Prim would have been.
So Katniss instantly feels a subconscious pull toward her.
When they meet in the trees, Katniss could have killed Rue easily, and Rue probably could have pulled a sneak attack or alerted the Careers of Katniss’s presence. Instead, Rue points out the Tracker Jacker nest.
Then it escalates, Rue and Katniss become an odd team, they’re an alliance, which is never new in the Hunger Games, as forming teams and then betraying them at the end seems to be a common, but there’s is different. It’s close, it’s sisterly, protective.
And then Rue get’s impaled. Katniss kills her first tribute with ease after that. Comparing it to hunting game. Katniss holds Rue, she cries, and then she sings. She sings for Rue a song of promised safety and warmth, something completely absent in the arena.
And this is where the metaphorical canon fires. Katniss could have left Rue, the hovercraft would have been along to pick her up, but she can’t. She’s morally obligated to love this girl as much as possible. And this is where the revolution starts.
She honors the dead. She honors a dead tribute from a district she’d never seen, a person she’d known for only a short period of time. But she throws away Hunger Games norms. She rejects them completely.
In the Hunger Games you’re supposed to kill mercilessly and leave the victims for the plain box they’re shipped home in.
Katniss gives Rue a funeral in the Games, she decorates the body, she makes it look like Rue is sleeping. Like no harm had come. Katniss just ignited the coals that Rue had placed.
Rue’s District sends a parachute. Homemade bread.
Then Thresh kills Clove and distracts Cato by taking his bag.
The fire is going now, and the actions in Catching Fire are even more obvious.
The Speech for Rue. Peeta’s painting. Everything eludes back to this one little girl who became Katniss’s family.
So the revolution never started with Katniss, she was just the tinder for Rue’s ignition.
Rue was the real Mockingjay.
I just got fucking chills. I don’t think I ever realized this before. I need to reread those books again.
In case you’re in need of motivation, have some from the Doctor.
You can do it!
Hold on just a tick. Listen, I’m Jewish, so I’m perfectly capable of understanding that what he did was just…..well, there are no words for it. But let’s not round it up to simply Jews that got killed. It was six million people that died in those camps, not just Jews. Did you know that homosexuals were sent there, too? Yeah, I’m sure you did. They had to wear special little symbols on their clothes. Do you know what it was? It was a pink triangle.
It was six million PEOPLE.
But you let that roll over in your mind for a while and you are going to forever see this man as a monster, but that’s not what he was. He was someone who thought he was truly doing something right for his nation, no matter how shitty he was doing it. Believe me when I say that I don’t like him. I really don’t. My grandfather’s brothers died in those camps, and my grandfather escaped to Spain, then to Mexico. He was lucky.
This is not a monster holding hands with a little girl.
This is Adolf Hitler, a man, holding hands with a little girl.
Yeah. It’s fucking scary. It really is. Do you know why?
It’s because you’re seeing that he wasn’t, in fact, a monster. You’re seeing in this picture that he was a man. He was a man, and that’s really the saddest part of it all.
As a History major who specializes in the history of early modern Europe, I’ve studied a lot of dictators in detail, not just Hitler. The number one mistake anyone could ever make in history is making the assumption that only inhuman monsters are capable of doing terrible things.
Stop dehumanizing Hitler just so you can reassure yourself that “normal” humans aren’t capable of doing bad things. Hitler liked children and dogs, he was a vegetarian and he cried like a little boy when his mother died. I’m not saying he was a good, innocent person, but when you stop attributing human characteristics to historical figures like Hitler, it’s how you overlook people just like him in real life, and it’s how people like him end up back in power.
That’s the real truth: Human Beings are scarier than any ‘monsters’ out there because we’re all born blank slates and BECOME our legacy.
This is the best post I’ve seen in a while.
6 million Jews were murdered, however the remaining 5 million individuals (which brings it up to 11 million) were homosexuals, disabled and blacks.
11 million individuals.
You’re forgetting that Jehovah’s Witnesses were also persecuted. They had purple triangles.
I love when tumblr pseudophilosophers actually get it right
Not being afraid to put stuff in your mouth was awesomer.
You were out to taste the world and lick every inch of this earth you could get your mouth on. Germs were imaginary, just like your friends. You tasted blue, devoured dirt, became a connoisseur of paste and shit a rainbow nightmare of crayons. The world was your oyster, if oysters were whatever was in your mouth at that moment.
Now you fear strange. There’s no adventure in your taste buds and your appetite for exotic has run out. You’re missing out on delicacies because fear is all you have a flavor for.
Let’s not be bland white bread eaters. Let’s eat crickets, dine in back alleys and find deliciously weird things. Lets start eating everything this world has to offer like when we were awesomer kids.
So I am getting caught up on all the general hospitals and I’m in yesterday’s episode and I’m just so irritated. Obviously Patrick is going to pick one so when people get mad at the fact Sabrina said pick just realize robin basically did same thing. He knows he has to anyways so he just needs to…
That’s some symbolism right there.
Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D. — “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog” (via verthandi)
I’d like to add that this a great book on the effects of abuse and trauma on the brain, especially in refuting the horrendous myth that abuse is something children can more easily recover from. Obviously, it’s an extemely upsetting and possibly triggering read, but I definitely recommend it.
That is the most accurate description of matt smith I gave ever seen