God fuck my university
boy, blowjobs sure are a mouthful
jeez, that pun was hard for me to swallow
thanks for your contribution
“Maybe, generations ago, young people rebelled out of some clear motive, but now, we know we’re rebelling. Between teen movies and sex-ed textbooks we’re so ready for our rebellious phase we can’t help but feel it’s safe, contained. It will turn out all right, despite the risk, snug in the shell of rebellion narrative. Rebellion narrative, does that make sense? It was appropriate to do, so we did it.”
but how am i supposed to know the world is fucked up if banksy doesn’t spray paint it on a public wall
after the war, lavender is cursed. though she survived greyback’s attack, the scars that covered her body were more than skin deep. the first full moon was a week after the battle of hogwarts, and she barely survived it. st. mungo’s sent her to a lycanthropy recovery ward, claiming they could help her control the wolf inside. after months of therapy and medications that only made the wolf more angry, she finally escaped and found peace with herself and her situation. with the help of parvati, luna, and even hermione, she found a different lycanthropy recovery group that was focused on helping, not hurting. eventually, she became an essential member of the group, and would go on to lead the meetings. her inspirational story— fighting alongside the chosen one, surviving both a war and a werewolf attack, and finally coming to terms with the wolf that she now was— touched the hearts of everyone she met. she wanted there to be more resources for those affected by lycanthropy, however, and so she started her own clinic, became a licensed therapist, and went on to change the lives of countless young werewolves for the better.
and when the moon is full, she lets her other self run free.
Christians call The Bible “the greatest story ever told” almost as if they’ve never heard John Mulaney’s Salt and Pepper Diner
I had a book of Bible stories when I was a kid. There was a picture I’d look at twenty times every day: Jacob wrestles with the angel. I don’t really remember the story, or why the wrestling —just the picture. Jacob is young and very strong. The angel is…a beautiful man, with golden hair and wings, of course. I still dream about it. Many nights. I’m…It’s me. In that struggle. Fierce, and unfair. The angel is not human, and it holds nothing back, so how could anyone human win, what kind of a fight is that? It’s not just. Losing means your soul thrown down in the dust, your heart torn out from God’s. But you can’t not lose.
after the war, cho takes her kind heart and strong will and applies them to her volunteer work at st. mungo’s. it’s a tough transition at first; it’s not at all what she pictured doing with her life. but then again, during war time, it had been hard to picture a future at all. she gets used to it, though— she even gets good at it. she makes friends with the staff, with the patients, and eventually with the healers. they all support her making this into a career, and when she accepts a position there she immediately knows this is the right fit.
she sees herself in every corner of the hospital, sees her past in its corners, cedric’s memory and the memories of all her friends hurt or killed in the war in the pained faces of the patients she treats. she wants to make them better.
and now she knows how to do something about it, and she won’t let herself feel helpless again.