India’s Academy of Sorcery boasts an impressive display of flashy colours, from enchanted saris that shift colours sporadically throughout the day, to the lavishly painted exterior of the academy which is situated in a nondescript location along Ganges River. Due to the frightening rate at which the school’s ancient mango tree (jokingly nicknamed “Mammoth Mango Machine”) produces mangoes, students have to endure the perpetually evolving art of mango cuisine at least five days a week. Every year, to the students’ great enjoyment, classes are halted for Diwali to make time for various competitions that take place: firework flourishes and charms for upper-year students (bonus points if it doesn’t set any part of the school on fire), and lantern designing for lower-year students (use of animals, alive or dead, is forbidden).
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging
“My parents have been married nearly 40 years and they truly love each other. I’ve seen it work. I know it’s tough, and I know it’s rare. But my fundamental values in life and my ideas about love and relationships are always going to be rooted in what I was raised in.” (x)
BITCH I WILL FUCKING CUT YOU
YOU’VE ANGERED THE WRONG FANDOM
You’re going down punk, just you FUCKNG WAIT!! You will learn that this fandom is far worse than you will ever want to know. We may seem soft and shy, but we’re just being NICE! We can be cold, cruel, mean, and make you suffer and wish you had never said what you said. We can send you into the farthest most empty reaches of the galaxy, summon demons to our disposal to make you suffer, and make you feel the feelings that we experience, and don’t fucking think for a single goddamn second that’s easy! The amount of emotions that would boil inside of you would literally kill you. So keep your motherfucking distance and we won’t hurt you, so stay the hell back, asshole. If you so much as insult us one more time, we will bring firey hell upon you and bitch slap you into oblivion. Your move, dildo.
We know how to kill a human and hide the evidence. Your body will never be found, and that is a promise.
You do realize a majority of the fandom are 20 somethings right? or at least in college. We can find you, kill you, and make it look like you killed yourself. Don’t try us :)
music is such a beautiful thing like i could attentively listen to my favourite songs and stare at a wall for hours and not be bored
HP Goblet of Fire Headcanon: Beauxbatons was primarily a Muslim wizarding school.
(and yes I know the horses drink whisky, which is not exactly halal, sshhh)
Its was french. It s
Was so clearly french.
Literally French. …….
Because French Muslims do not exist and no Muslims ever speak French and Muslim schools don’t exist in France and if they do they must be really shitty and there are no key Muslim educators in France at all and there’s never been any history of Islamic culture and politics in the Pottermore-confirmed Pyreenes, nooooooo, it is très impossible! Astagfirrulah!
learn some fuckin’ social studies and history and current affairs, people.
All those tags… No one said any of that. It’s just… They’re French. Yes maybe there were some Muslim women in the school but it said only a few wore head scarves so I don’t know where predominantly Muslim came from. Also: scarves over ones head doesn’t indicate religion necessarily. Assumptions. That is all.
I literally don’t understand why anyone is fighting this??? someone has a HEADCANON that allows them some cultural/religious representation, why does everyone feel the need to ‘debunk’ it? It’s a headcanon. About a fictional school. It bears almost no relevance to the plot except to make Muslim people feel like maybe there’s a place in the wizarding world where they’re represented.
Y’all on tumblr shitting out Marauder headcanons twelve times a day, leave this innocent Beauxbatons headcanon alone, sweet caramel christ.
Michael Jackson wearing a shirt with himself on it makes me so happy