Passionately Chaotic

runawaymarbles:

x-men + text posts (8/?)

yensidlove:


Ethiopian Opal with a rare ‘Honeycomb’ Pattern

#no it’s an ancient dragon scale
i’m a geologist and i can confirm this is an ancient dragon scale

yensidlove:

Ethiopian Opal with a rare ‘Honeycomb’ Pattern

i’m a geologist and i can confirm this is an ancient dragon scale

dystopiastic:

It happened one morning. Magic simply stopped working.
They felt it drain from their fingertips and tasted battery acid on their tongues. They crowed in fear, brandishing ineffectual wooden sticks at the heavens. Why? they asked, and also How? How to reverse it? But there was no reversing what had been done. Over the following months they would try everything, anything, to get it back. Muggle remedies and electroshock and treks to the exotic orient, while the orient migrated to the exotic occident for the very same reason.
All over the world, brooms fell out of the sky. Their riders went to their deaths smiling, unaffected, thinking the magic fail-safes coursing through their blood would kick in and they would bounce back from the pavement unscathed. They made incredulous, slightly miffed corpses.
Five Animagi, all told, were in their animal forms when the change occurred. And so were they to remain.
One very, very unfortunate man was in the middle of Disapparition when the split-second change took place. He was not seen again.
The great Goblin forges of the Rocky Mountain Belt ground to a halt. House-elves failed to appear when summoned. The injured and ill, to their chagrin, could not locate the entrance to Saint Mungo’s and seek treatment.
"But it’s not magic,” insisted a bushy-haired Ministry employee to anyone who would listen, which was exactly two people. “Don’t you see? The ghosts are still here. Hogwarts is still Unplottable. Magic hasn’t vanished, we’ve simply stopped being able to use it.”
While others took to the change with reluctance—or, in the case of the Malfoys, those consummate social chameleons, with great panache and a London penthouse equipped with every Muggle amenity imaginable—she used a certain old cloak to enter the catacombs of the Department of Mysteries. And there, she found the answer to her question.
"Oh yes," said the daughter of the Quibbler Editor in Chief when interviewed for the Prophet (which had suffered to relegate its distribution to Muggle post). “Ginny explained it all to me, and she had it from Harry who had it from Hermione. The Department of Mysteries was experimenting in breach of the Ban on Paradigm-Altering Incantations. They created Thanathelo, the Death Wisher. A person at the very end of their life could use it to make a wish, any wish at all, and by their death it would be granted. Only it fell into the wrong hands of course. I suppose these things always do.”
Whose hands? she was asked. What had they wished for?
"Oh I think it was Bibbins—no, Whiffle—no, no, it was Dolohov who broke out of his cell just before his trial."
She smiled. The reporter thought it immoderately rude of her to know more about this subject and not to share it when the people had a right to know. They had a right to know the truth and then some. Whatever would sell another issue would do.
"Well isn’t it obvious?" said the Editor’s daughter, maddeningly calm. "He wished for magic to belong only to the pure of blood."
The reporter blinked in confusion. “But in that case, wouldn’t certain families—the Malfoys, the Macmillans—still have magic?”
The Editor’s daughter shrugged. “Probably not. There really aren’t any Purebloods left, if there ever were any. Everyone married Muggles somewhere along the way, a long time ago.”
And that was that. She smiled as if the matter were settled. Well, they really ought not to have been experimenting, after all. Experimenting with magic was dangerous. Changing one’s way of life a little wasn’t the worst thing that could come of it.

dystopiastic:

It happened one morning. Magic simply stopped working.

They felt it drain from their fingertips and tasted battery acid on their tongues. They crowed in fear, brandishing ineffectual wooden sticks at the heavens. Why? they asked, and also How? How to reverse it? But there was no reversing what had been done. Over the following months they would try everything, anything, to get it back. Muggle remedies and electroshock and treks to the exotic orient, while the orient migrated to the exotic occident for the very same reason.

All over the world, brooms fell out of the sky. Their riders went to their deaths smiling, unaffected, thinking the magic fail-safes coursing through their blood would kick in and they would bounce back from the pavement unscathed. They made incredulous, slightly miffed corpses.

Five Animagi, all told, were in their animal forms when the change occurred. And so were they to remain.

One very, very unfortunate man was in the middle of Disapparition when the split-second change took place. He was not seen again.

The great Goblin forges of the Rocky Mountain Belt ground to a halt. House-elves failed to appear when summoned. The injured and ill, to their chagrin, could not locate the entrance to Saint Mungo’s and seek treatment.

"But it’s not magic,” insisted a bushy-haired Ministry employee to anyone who would listen, which was exactly two people. “Don’t you see? The ghosts are still here. Hogwarts is still Unplottable. Magic hasn’t vanished, we’ve simply stopped being able to use it.”

While others took to the change with reluctance—or, in the case of the Malfoys, those consummate social chameleons, with great panache and a London penthouse equipped with every Muggle amenity imaginable—she used a certain old cloak to enter the catacombs of the Department of Mysteries. And there, she found the answer to her question.

"Oh yes," said the daughter of the Quibbler Editor in Chief when interviewed for the Prophet (which had suffered to relegate its distribution to Muggle post). “Ginny explained it all to me, and she had it from Harry who had it from Hermione. The Department of Mysteries was experimenting in breach of the Ban on Paradigm-Altering Incantations. They created Thanathelo, the Death Wisher. A person at the very end of their life could use it to make a wish, any wish at all, and by their death it would be granted. Only it fell into the wrong hands of course. I suppose these things always do.”

Whose hands? she was asked. What had they wished for?

"Oh I think it was Bibbins—no, Whiffle—no, no, it was Dolohov who broke out of his cell just before his trial."

She smiled. The reporter thought it immoderately rude of her to know more about this subject and not to share it when the people had a right to know. They had a right to know the truth and then some. Whatever would sell another issue would do.

"Well isn’t it obvious?" said the Editor’s daughter, maddeningly calm. "He wished for magic to belong only to the pure of blood."

The reporter blinked in confusion. “But in that case, wouldn’t certain families—the Malfoys, the Macmillans—still have magic?”

The Editor’s daughter shrugged. “Probably not. There really aren’t any Purebloods left, if there ever were any. Everyone married Muggles somewhere along the way, a long time ago.”

And that was that. She smiled as if the matter were settled. Well, they really ought not to have been experimenting, after all. Experimenting with magic was dangerous. Changing one’s way of life a little wasn’t the worst thing that could come of it.

moniquill:

thingsstingshouldsing:

snake

Such fierce. Very battle. Snake: I SHALL VANQUISH THEE, VAST FURRY SNAKE!Cat: wtf are you even doing, tiny tube monster?

moniquill:

thingsstingshouldsing:

snake

Such fierce. Very battle.

Snake: I SHALL VANQUISH THEE, VAST FURRY SNAKE!
Cat: wtf are you even doing, tiny tube monster?

robowolves:

alwaysnarutouzumaki:

winterackles:

today in religion we were talking about angels and our religion teacher said whoever can name the most angels gets five extra credit points on the test and all these kids tried and they only named like two but when I went I named nine and my teacher started to cry because she thought I was this huge religion and angel lover when really I just know the angels names from evangelion

Or supernatural

sam get in the fucking robot

robowolves:

nativeamericannews:

Native American Women Finally Gain More Protection From Rape and Abuse Thanks to VAWA
Thanks to the latest reauthorization of the Violence Against Women Act (VAWA), the U.S. government is beginning to take steps to strengthen protections for victims of domestic violence within American Indian tribes. On Thursday, the Justice Department announced that three tribes will participate in a pilot program that will allow them to prosecute non-Native­ men for abuse against Native American women, an initiative that will eventually be expanded to additional tribes.


remember that republicans wanted to kill this bill for precisely this reason

robowolves:

nativeamericannews:

Native American Women Finally Gain More Protection From Rape and Abuse Thanks to VAWA

Thanks to the latest reauthorization of the Violence Against Women Act (VAWA), the U.S. government is beginning to take steps to strengthen protections for victims of domestic violence within American Indian tribes. On Thursday, the Justice Department announced that three tribes will participate in a pilot program that will allow them to prosecute non-Native­ men for abuse against Native American women, an initiative that will eventually be expanded to additional tribes.

remember that republicans wanted to kill this bill for precisely this reason

robowolves:

trimcoast:

orangemuses:

I love this post so much


my hand slipped

with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”

robowolves:

trimcoast:

orangemuses:

I love this post so much

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my hand slipped

with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”

isrealforus:

when I hear someone talking about my fandom or my otp

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