Nighttime Adventures in Chicago: Featuring "Athletic Shirt Man"

  • Me: *enters pizza place with friends around 11 pm*
  • Me: *orders a slice of pepperoni and a large, delicious looking brownie*
  • Me: *goes to waiting area to wait for food and looks at the ingredients on the back of the brownie*
  • Enter Athletic Shirt Man, and older gentleman who is also waiting for his food.
  • Athletic Shirt Man: *in a very sassy and rude tone* You're not going to /eat/ that are you? *indicates the brownie*
  • Me: *confused?* Uh yeah, why? Is there something wrong with it?
  • Athletic Shirt Man: *scoffs and gives me a look then looks away*
  • Me: ....
  • Athletic Shirt Man: *continues to glance at me and give me strange and off-putting looks*
  • This continued for several minutes while tensions rose until he finally got his food, and with one last look, left the building.
  • I swear we were about to start a brawl or something. I don't even know. I'm glad he left when he did. And that brownie was awesome, so screw you, Athletic Shirt Man.
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    99-Year-Old Lady Sews A Dress A Day For Children In Need 

    Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.

    Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.

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    this is destiny. this is my destiny. this is… i’m supposed to do this, dammit!

    lost capspam per episode ➞ 1x04: walkabout

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    All moved in to my dorm. It’s big, beautiful, and perfect. I’m properly in love.

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    So here I am

    I’m just trying to have a nice last moment with my car before I move to Chicago tomorrow.

    I say goodbye. I give Black Magic a pat. I shut her off.

    And then I pull the ipod cord out of the radio

    …..and the entire radio comes off.

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    I firmly believe that the reason many Slytherins were easily convinced to join Voldemort was because they were treated like shit by the rest of the houses while they were growing up. Imagine spending seven of the most important years of your life being told that you were part of the bad house and therefore bad yourself. Everyone boos your quidditch team. All the houses will hang out with everyone except you. You grow up being hated by your fellow students and many of your teachers.

    Now imagine someone comes along and tells you that you’re not worthless and bad. That you’re invited to join a family where you will right the wrongs committed against you. You have the opportunity to be wanted and powerful instead of a hated outcast. Several of your former classmates are telling you how great it is. How you’re welcomed and needed. These are the kids you grew up with. The classmates who went through all the same things you did. Being a Death Eater sounds pretty good now.

    I’ve been waiting for a post like this.





    I was always bothered by the scene at the end of book 7, when the students are asked whether they want to fight the incoming Death Eater army. The Slytherin students are all like, “Uh. No?” And they’re treated like terrorists for it. In the movie, they’re even locked in the school dungeons while everyone cheers.

    Did nobody stop to think and realize that if the Sytherin students had stood and fought, they would have been facing their own parents on a battlefield? Even if some of them weren’t really on board with the whole Death Eater thing, expecting them to fight was just cruel. They were children. The oldest of them were seventeen. Babies. And their own professors were asking them to shoot illegal killing spells at Mum and Dad.

    Imagine you are a Slytherin and you are staying behind to defend your school and maybe restore some honor to your House. The other students are all giving you mistrustful glares. You know they’re waiting for you to start hitting them in the back with stunning spells. You consider doing it, too, because you’re already starting to regret the choice you made.

    Then the battle begins, and you are up against a crowd of strangers who aren’t strangers at all. You recognize voices, muffled behind masks but still piercingly familiar. Your uncle. Your cousin. Your best friend’s big sister.

    And then you see a tall man in expensive grey robes. A moment later you notice the small, curvy woman next to him, wand ready. They are guarding each others backs.

    You recognize their shoes.

    I always though this. And at the end of The Philosopher’s Stone? Slytherin had worked incredibly hard, and Dumbledore made sure that just enough points were given to students who had done about a million things against the school rules so that they would lose. I think that Slytherin house was victimised a lot, and I kind of  hope now that the likes of Scorpius Malfoy won’t have to go through such prejudice. Perhaps, after the war, people realised that all Slytherins weren’t to blame  Probably not, though.




    id hit up barnes and noble during the purge

    signs you’re a book addict #1: when you’re willing to risk being brutally murdered for free books



    Packed all my clothes; now having one last look at the nerd shelf.

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