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Facts, Fanfiction, and Harry Potter: Most Common Sentences By Each Author SUZANNE COLLINS Hunger Games Series STEPHENIE MEYER Twilight Series J.K. ROWLING Harry Potter Series My name is Katniss Everdeen. I don't know. I shake my head. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. Now I wish I had. I swallowed hard. He hesitates. I'm not really surprised. Something is wrong. Isighed. He sighed. I shrugged. frowned. He chuckled. I laughed. He shrugged I flinched. I took a deep breath. He didn't answer Nothing happened. Harry looked around. Harry stared. He waited. Harry said nothing They looked at each other. Harry blinked. He looked around. Something he didn't have last time. He stood up. Created by OBenBlatt of Slate.com Source: Harry Poeter 1-7, Hunger Games 1-3, Twilight 1-4 december-has-risen: imaginarycircus: jennlferlawrence: frostingpeetaswounds: i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong” the twilight one is like abstract poetry They all kind of read like weird little stories in and of themselves. HG is about an amnesia victim trying to recall the facts people have told her about herself, but which she doesn’t remember. Twilight is a love story about two mimes. And Harry Potter is the tragic story of boy whom absolutely nothing happens to. if you read it all three horizontally it sounds like a fanfiction cross over between katniss and harry and the author is making them have a really awkward first meeting

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Facts, Fanfiction, and Harry Potter: Most Common Sentences By Each Author SUZANNE COLLINS Hunger Games Series STEPHENIE MEYER Twilight Series J.K. ROWLING Harry Potter Series My name is Katniss Everdeen. I don't know. I shake my head. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. Now I wish I had. I swallowed hard. He hesitates. I'm not really surprised. Something is wrong. Isighed. He sighed. I shrugged. frowned. He chuckled. I laughed. He shrugged I flinched. I took a deep breath. He didn't answer Nothing happened. Harry looked around. Harry stared. He waited. Harry said nothing They looked at each other. Harry blinked. He looked around. Something he didn't have last time. He stood up. Created by OBenBlatt of Slate.com Source: Harry Poeter 1-7, Hunger Games 1-3, Twilight 1-4 december-has-risen: imaginarycircus: jennlferlawrence: frostingpeetaswounds: i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong” the twilight one is like abstract poetry They all kind of read like weird little stories in and of themselves. HG is about an amnesia victim trying to recall the facts people have told her about herself, but which she doesn’t remember. Twilight is a love story about two mimes. And Harry Potter is the tragic story of boy whom absolutely nothing happens to. if you read it all three horizontally it sounds like a fanfiction cross over between katniss and harry and the author is making them have a really awkward first meeting

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Cars, Juice, and Memes: Today, I fucked up... by calling a locksmith when l was "locked out"of my car groud-On: today-ifuckedup: I'll preface this by saying I'm usually not a stupid man but I was at the end of my third 16 hour shift in a row and I was very tired. I'll make this quick: I got off work, went out to my car, hit the button for the doors on my remote unlocker as usual. Nothing happened. I tried it a few more times battery must be dead. I stand there for 10 minutes, mashing the little button, hoping for enough juice to open the doors. Nada I call a locksmith, explain that I'm locked out of my car. He says he'll be right over. 20 minutes later he arrives. He walks up with his tools, inserts a thing that looks like a blood pressure cuff in the door jamb. He starts making conversation as it inflates, pushing the door open: So locked your keys in the car? No problem sir, I'lI have it open in a minute. No, my keys are right here, my key fob is dead." I replied He stops and for about 10 seconds. Doesn't say a word. He sees my keys in my hands. Takes them from me, inserts them in the lock and opens the door I was mortified. I was so in a habit of opening the doors with my remote fob that I entirely forgot that keys could be used to unlock cars manually He started laughing so hard I thought he was going to have an aneurysm. After he stopped laughing, he told me there was no charge. The story he'd have to tell was worth the drive out Gold I'm dying at what @memezar just posted 😂😂
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Anaconda, Anna, and Children: Swedish Christmas Goat Burned Down for 27th Time a EXPAND just-a-sideblog: thefingerfuckingfemalefury: naniyou: naniyou: forthegothicheroine: sylvysparrow: cindehella: lord-kitschener: arealliveghost: stillvisions: maybenotboring: and at no point has anyone thought “maybe we should not build a giant flammable goat this year” They tried fireproofing. And armed guards. And fences, and cameras… Sadly the wikipedia page has been cut down by super srs folks to remove all the awesome Keystone cops tales of the goat’s history (emphasis added by me) 1966 Stig Gavlén came up with the idea of a giant goat made out of straw. But it turned out that Gavlén organisation did not have enough funding for the goat. Then Harry Ström, who at that time was the chairman of the Södra Kungsgatan Ideella Förening (a non-profit society), decided to pay the whole cost for the goat out of his own pocket. The goat stood until midnight of New Year’s Eve, when it went up in flames. The perpetrator, who was from Hofors,Gästrikland, was found and convicted of vandalism. The first goat was insured and Ström got all his money back. 1967 Nothing happened. 1968 The goat survived. A fence was built around the goat. Previously it was popular for children to play hide-and-seek inside and around the goat. There was also a rumor that one night a couple had sex inside the goat. In subsequent years the inside of the goat was protected by a chicken-wire net. 1969 The goat was burnt down on New Year’s Eve. 1970 The goat was burnt down only six hours after it was assembled. Two very drunk teenagers were connected with the crime. With help from several financial contributors the goat was reassembled out of lake reed. 1971 The Southern Merchants got tired of their goats being burned and stopped building the goat. The Natural Science Club (Naturvetenskapliga Föreningen:NF) from the School of Vasa (Vasaskolan) took over.  1972 The goat collapsed because of sabotage. 1973 N/A 1974 Burnt. 1975 N/A 1976 Hit by a car. 1977 N/A 1978 Again, the goat was kicked to pieces. 1979 The goat was burnt even before it was erected. A new one was built and fireproofed. It was destroyed and broken into pieces. 1980 Burnt down on Christmas Eve. 1981 Nothing happened. 1982 Burnt down on Lucia (13 December). 1983 The legs were destroyed. 1984 Burnt down on 12 December, the night before Lucia. 1985 The 12.5 metre (41 ft) tall goat of the Natural Science Club was featured in the Guinness Book of Records for the first time. Even though the goat was enclosed by a 2 metres (6.6 ft) high metal fence, guarded by Securitas and even soldiers from the Gävle I 14 Infantry Regiment, it was burnt down in January. 1986 The merchants of Gävle decided they were willing to build the goat once again. From 1986 on two goats were built, the Southern Merchants’ and the School of Vasa’s. The big goat burnt down the night before Christmas Eve. 1987 A heavily fireproofed goat was built. It got burnt down a week before Christmas.[21] 1988 Nothing happened to the goat, but gamblers were for the first time able to gamble on the fate of the goat with English bookmakers. 1989 Again, the goat burnt down before it was assembled. Financial contributions from the public were raised to rebuild a goat that was burnt down in January. In March 1990 another goat was built, this time for the shooting of a Swedish motion picture called Black Jack. 1990 Nothing happened. The goat was guarded by many volunteers. 1991 The goat was joined by an advertising sled, that turned out to be illegally built. On the morning of Christmas Eve the goat was burnt down. It was later rebuilt to be taken to Stockholm as a part of a protest campaign against the closing of the I 14 Infantry Regiment. 1992 The goat was burnt down eight days after it was built. The Natural Science Club’s goat burnt down the same night. The Southern Merchants’ goat was rebuilt, but burned down on 20 December. The perpetrator of the three attacks was caught and sent to jail. The Goat Committee was founded in 1992. 1993 Once more the goat was featured in the Guinness Book of Records, the School of Vasa’s goat measured 14.9 metres (49 ft). The goat was guarded by taxis and the Swedish Home Guard. Nothing happened. 1994 Nothing happened. The goat followed the Swedish national hockey team to Italy for the World Championship in hockey. 1995 A Norwegian was arrested for attempting to burn down the goat. Burnt down on the morning of Christmas Day. Rebuilt to be standing before the 550th anniversary of Gävle county. 1996 The first time the goat was guarded by webcams, nothing happened. 1997 Damaged by fireworks. The Natural Science Club’s goat was attacked too, but survived with minor damage. 1998 Burnt down on 11 December, even though there was a major blizzard. Was rebuilt. 1999 Burnt down only a couple of hours after it was erected. Rebuilt again before Lucia. The Natural Science Club’s goat was burnt down as well. 2000 Burnt down a couple of days before New Year’s Eve. The Natural Science Club’s goat got tossed in the Gävle river. 2001 Goat set on fire on 23 December by Lawrence Jones, a 51-year-old visitor from Cleveland, Ohio, who spent 18 days in jail and was subsequently convicted and ordered to pay 100,000 Swedish kronor in damages. The court confiscated Jones’s cigarette lighter with the argument that he clearly was not able to handle it. Jones stated in court that he was no “goat burner”, and believed that he was taking part in a completely legal goat-burning tradition. After Jones was released from jail he went straight back to the US without paying his fine. As of 2006 it was still unpaid. The Natural Science Club’s goat was also burnt down. 2002 A 22 year old from Stockholm tried to set the Southern Merchants’ goat on fire, but failed, the goat receiving only minor damage. On Lucia the goat was guarded by Swedish radio and TV personality Gert Fylking. 2003 Burnt down on 12 December. 2004 Burnt 21 December, only three days before Christmas Eve. The fire brigade quickly arrived on the scene, but the goat could not be saved. No new goat was built. 2005 Burnt by unknown vandals reportedly dressed as Santa and the gingerbread man, by shooting a flaming arrow at the goat at 21:00 on 3 December. Reconstructed on 5 December. The hunt for the arsonist responsible for the goat-burning in 2005 was featured on the weekly Swedish live broadcast TV3’s “Most Wanted“ (”Efterlyst”) on 8 December. 2006 On the night of 15 December at 03:00, someone tried to set fire to the goat by dousing the right front leg in petrol (gasoline). The red ribbon on that leg was slightly burned and fell off. The lower part of the right leg was scorched, but the rest of the goat failed to light. The leg was repaired that morning. The Natural Science Club’s goat was burned at about 00:40 on 20 December; the vandals were not seen and got away. On the night of 25 December, a drunken man managed to climb up on the goat. Before the police arrived on the scene the man climbed down and disappeared. He did not try to set fire to the goat. The Southern Merchants’ goat survived New Year’s Eve and was taken down on 2 January. It is now stored in a secret location. 2007 The Natural Science Club’s goat was toppled on 13 December and was burned on the night of 24 December. The Southern Merchants’ goat survived. 2008 10,000 people turned out for the inauguration of one of the goats. No back-up goat was built to replace the main goat should the worst happen, nor was the goat treated with flame repellent (Anna Östman, spokesperson of the Goat-committee said the repellent made it look ugly in the previous years, like a brown terrier). On 16 December the Natural Science Club’s Goat was vandalised and later removed. On 26 December there was an attempt to burn down the Southern Merchants’ Goat but patriotic passers-by managed to extinguish the fire. The following day the goat finally succumbed to the flames ignited by an unknown assailant at 03:50 CET. 2009 A person attempted to set the Southern Merchants’ goat on fire the night of 7 December. An unsuccessful attempt was made to throw the Natural Science Club’s goat into the river the weekend of 11 December. The culprit then tried, again without success, to set the goat on fire. Someone stole the Natural Science Club’s goat utilizing a truck the night of 14 December.[36] On the night of 23 December before 04:00 the South Merchant goat was set on fire and was burned to the frame, even though it had a thick layer of snow on its back.[37] The goat had two online webcams which were put out of service by aDoS attack, instigated by computer hackers just before the burning.[38] 2010 On the night of 2 December, arsonists made an unsuccessful attempt to burn the Natural Science Club’s goat.[39] On 17 December, a Swedish news site reported that one of the guards tasked with protecting the Southern Merchants’ goat had been offered payment to leave his post so that the goat could be stolen via helicopter and transported to Stockholm. Both goats survived and were dismantled and returned to storage in early January 2011. 2011 The inauguration of the goat took place on 27 November. The fire-fighters of Gävle sprayed the goat with water to create a coating of ice in the hope of protecting it from arson. The goat was burnt down in the early morning of 2 December. 2012 The inauguration of the goat took place on 2 December. It was burnt just ten days later in the hours before midnight of 12 December, one day before Lucia. 2013 As in 2006 and 2007, the straw used to build the goat has been soaked in anti-flammable liquid to prevent it from burning in the event of an arson attack. The inauguration ceremony took place on 1 December. But despite the anti-flammable liquids the goat was burnt down on the early morning of December 21. Any history of plots involving a DDoS attack on the security cameras, a plot to steal it with a helicopter and flaming arrows shot by people dressed as Santa and the Gingerbread man is just plain hilarious in my book. I’m laughing so much about this goat. obviously if you build something big enough people are going to have sex in it and burn it down. obviously what the fuck is going on in sweden how will the saga continue this year fascinating The saga of the goat is the best part of the season. For those curious about 2015′s goat: It’s that time of year again 2016: Burned within hours of being built 2017: Survived 2018: Nothing yet… WILL THE GOAT LIVE THIS YEAR Best tumblr meme
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Beautiful, Blessed, and Bones: deadcatwithaflamethrower: hebic: kyraneko: balencia: kitrazzle: pissedoffweasley: wizardingheadcanon: kyraneko: elidyce: thatgirlonstage: fuckyeahdeathlyhallows: sirlestrange: #that is a human as a rat as a cup That was a long 12 years for Wormtail. Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human?Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat.Take a moment. Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die. Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out. What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud. Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands). Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out. Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that. And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes. Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom. - Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup. Scabbers had not become a teacup. Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail. It was moving. Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong. Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time. He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.” “Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.” It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either. Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk. “Um, Professor?” Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?” “Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?” “I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along. Nothing happened. Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled. “Now that’s odd,” she said softly. As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer. She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!” And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed. - Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils. Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade. Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back. The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand. - Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed. He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process. From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students. - Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand. “Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared. - Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit. - Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall. Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back. Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap. And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.” In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?” She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away. “Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.” - The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time. Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references. Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”) And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class. A personal record. I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person. Beautiful, simply beautiful! Reblogging my own post because a) it’s my damn horn and I’ll blow it if I want to, and b) I just (finally!) cross-posted this to Archive Of Our Own, so if anybody wants to go read it over there, here it is. @deadcatwithaflamethrower My only complaint is that Theodore Nott and Fred Weasely wouldn’t be in the same Potions class. *is pedantic* *reblogging because now you can bookmark it on AO3*
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Alive, Be Like, and Best Friend: June 18, 2013 Chelsey Lynn lol jordan was giving out photos too now she deleted them all so only i have them im gonna delete them all at some point in the near future. 7:21 PM 7:21 PM 7:22 PM 7:22 PM Hannah Brown yeah I mean 7:22 PM Chelsey Lynn just ...getting into a relationship with a guy now kinda so..it'll probably happen within the next few months 7:22 PM Hannah Brown if you have no use for them, why keep them anyway? it's not like you're going to be posting them 7:22 PM 7:22 PM Chelsey Lynn honestly to look at them 7:22 PM 7:22 PM gaymommy: gaymommy: I just wanted to bring this little creep to everyone’s attention. I know Hannah posted about this before a billion times, but I have a way bigger follower base and I feel like I can reach more people this way and maybe we can get this little weirdo off of tumblr for good. . The girl what runs brendonurievines is a completely insane girl named Chelsey (i think she went under another name but idk what it is.) She used to/probably still does make fake profiles of Brendon Urie’s (Panic! At The Disco’s vocalist) family and friends, along with his wife’s family. She does this so she can add the two and stalk them and get personal information out of them about the band members. The photo shown above is just a snippet of the creepy things she’s said to Hannah about the pictures she stole from the Urie family’s personal facebooks. Here’s all the information in Hannah’s words (dallonsmiles) There is a 24 year old girl in Toronto who was (and actually still is very much) stalking the band and running a blog called ipanickedatthedisco that she would post rare, never-before-seen pictures as well as private info on for months. Then around the beginning of Feb. she showed me all this shit she had and told me all this stuff… about her hacking into Sarah’s private Facebook, by making up a fake profile of one of her high school friends, and stealing all Sarah’s pictures off it.. as well as gaining access to Brendon’s brothers and sisters and parents Facebooks through similar means (fake accounts) and stealing all the pictures of Brendon or Brendon and Sarah or anything else related off them. She showed me folders and folders and folders of photos she got off those Facebooks as well as buttloads of private posts and information, such as pages and pages of Brendon’s family members’ home addresses (WTF?!?!) and showed me Brendon and Sarah’s house and car and legal documentation on Brendon and Dallon and Breezy and Brendon’s parents and Sarah’s and just EVERYTHING. She literally has EVERYTHING you could possibly get online about these people. So then I outed her, like I was just going to sit there and be like “OH COOL”?? Come on! So I posted about it here on Tumblr and told Sarah about it on Twitter and Sarah responded privately and gave me her email address so I could tell her more and give her all the info, and shit completely blew up in the fandom. She password protected the ipanickedatthedisco blog for about a month hoping things would calm down, as MANY were calling for her to delete the blog (reporting it to tumblr as well) and leave Tumblr and the fanbase altogether (cuz who wants someone like that in their fanbase? seriously?) but when she reopened the blog, she tried to act like nothing happened and posted some disclaimers on it saying things like “if you have a problem with what I do or the way I gain info and pictures, you can unfollow” like that’s acceptable? So anyway, we all continued to post about her deleting it and a SHIT load of people came forward to me privately about other extremely heinous things she’d done while pretending to be Brendon on Facebook and all kinds of other shit and I got a particularly disgusting piece of information that I could very easily have (and still could, I don’t know why she thinks she can just continue this way with the information I have) gone to an internet crimes lawyer about, and was actually very seriously planning to. I told her that, because I really didn’t want to do it and I believed she was genuinely a good person who’d just gotten in too deep, so she finally shut down the blog and the others she knew I knew about. I started talking to her on Skype and stuff and offering her support as a friend, because she was telling me she was so depressed and suicidal because she’d gotten in so deep and felt terrible and told me she’d unfollowed all the Panic! twitters, instagrams, everything and was taking a step back and going to therapy and getting herself sorted out… and I believed her, because I didn’t believe someone could be so awful to pray on my sympathies and lie that much. But I was wrong. Just a week or so after that conversation, she started posting every day, multiple times a day, on her personal blog (which is clynnk now, btw everyone) about PATD and started posting things immediately after they’d been shared on Facebook or twitter, as well as pictures no one had seen before that were showing up on Linda or Sarah’s Facebooks (she also runs/ran the fuckyeahlindaignarro blog, idk if it’s still up) before anyone else had seen them… meaning she was actively stalking these pages to check for new things. So I messaged her about it saying you know, hey I thought you told me you were taking a step back and distancing yourself to try and get better? And she had the audacity to tell me she “had an addiction” and “everyone with addictions have relapses”…. as if BEING OBSESSED WITH A BAND IS AN ADDICTION. I’m sorry, but that REALLY pissed be off, because plenty of people deal with REAL addiction, including people I’m very close to and Spencer Smith himself, so that’s incredibly insulting. So after that I tried to just ignore it until I saw the brendonurievines blog pop up and start posting every day, several times a day… and I knew it was her. I brought it up and she admitted it was her. Then I noticed she had created this sandburie blog that was made up to seem as if it was actually being run by Brendon and/or Sarah, no indication whatsoever anywhere that it was a fan blog, and it in fact says “Share our love” on it… as if it’s supposed to look like it’s their blog. Anyway, I saw never-before-seen photos of Sarah popping up on there, and called her out on it and she immediately deleted them so no one else would see or I guess believe me, idk what she was trying to do there. She had emailed Sarah (by obtaining her private email address via her Facebook that she shouldn’t have ever had access to) to apologize for everything, which is one of the things that makes me the angriest. She gave a completely insincere and bullshit apology to one of the sweetest people alive when she actually had no plans of stopping the stalking and never did stop.  Sarah tweeted a link to a fake Sarah Facebook a month or so ago and asked people to report it because the person was trying to add her family and friends on it to get more photos… that was Chelsey. She deleted the FB after Sarah tweeted about it. I’m not sure about the other members of Brendon’s family she had created fake accounts for, I haven’t checked recently to see if they’re still up… but this girl is positively insane. I wish so fucking badly I could somehow let EVERYONE in the fanbase know about this girl and what she’s done and that she runs these blogs, because the fact that she’s getting followers and likes and reblogs is giving her more and more strength and motivation to do more of what she’s doing.  She also hacked Shane Valdes (Brendon’s best friend) Facebook last year and Sarah confirmed this, telling me he’d lost access to his Facebook for a few months. During that time, Chelsey somehow managed to get Ryan Ross’s phone number and has been texting him AS BRENDON URIE ever since. I don’t think it’s still going on, I sure HOPE not, I hope Ryan wouldn’t be that naïve. But while she did that, she gorged incredibly deep and personal information out of Ryan about his family, his childhood, his life, and his relationship with Brendon and the band as a whole. It sickens me to my core that she lied to Ryan, making him think he was going to get to record a song with Brendon when it wasn’t even Brendon at all. So yeah. This girl is completely crazy and she needs to be stopped. These are the blogs that she runs that we know of. brendonurievines  sandburie fuckyeahlindaignarro clynnk Please avoid this girl, spread the word, even report her if you have to. This invasion of privacy on the boys and their families is beyond anything normal and sane and it needs to stop. Reblog and signal boost this, please. If you need any more information on the situation, check out Hannah’s PATD STALKER tag! she’s back on tumblr, ONCE AGAIN. avoid her. report her. ignore her. she needs MENTAL HELP. her new url; http://thebeautifullydepressed.tumblr.com/
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America, Community, and Fucking: Mr. Terry Crews <p><a href="http://dicktator-cain.tumblr.com/post/175762794781/kaldicuct-dxindustriesinc-grannythots" class="tumblr_blog">dicktator-cain</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://kaldicuct.tumblr.com/post/175350124746/dxindustriesinc-grannythots-odinoco" class="tumblr_blog">kaldicuct</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://dxindustriesinc.tumblr.com/post/175332981144/grannythots-odinoco-grannythots" class="tumblr_blog">dxindustriesinc</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://grannythots.tumblr.com/post/175312713521/odinoco-grannythots-dicapito" class="tumblr_blog">grannythots</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://odinoco.tumblr.com/post/175312314965/grannythots-dicapito-weepingbouquettyphoon" class="tumblr_blog">odinoco</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://grannythots.tumblr.com/post/175312022666/dicapito-weepingbouquettyphoon-chauiee" class="tumblr_blog">grannythots</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="https://dicapito.tumblr.com/post/175289772226/weepingbouquettyphoon-chauiee-feinstein" class="tumblr_blog">dicapito</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://weepingbouquettyphoon.tumblr.com/post/175286998107/chauiee-feinstein-youre-a-big-powerful-man" class="tumblr_blog">weepingbouquettyphoon</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://chauiee.tumblr.com/post/175282077791/feinstein-youre-a-big-powerful-man-why-didnt" class="tumblr_blog">chauiee</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><b>Feinstein</b>: You’re a big, powerful man. Why didn’t you [gestures pushing motion]?</p> <p><b>Crews</b>: Senator, as a black man in America [sigh]…</p> <p><b>Feinstein</b>: Say it as it is. I think it’s important.</p> <p><b>Crews</b>: …you only have a few shots at success. You only have a few chances to make yourself a viable member of the community. I’m from Flint, Michigan. I have seen many many young black men who were provoked into violence, and they were imprisoned, or they were killed, and they’re not here. My wife for years prepared me. She said, “If you ever get goaded, if you ever get prodded, if you ever have anyone try to push you into any kind of situation, don’t do it. Don’t be violent.” And she trained me. I’ll be honest with you it was the strength of my wife who trained me and told me, “If this situation happens, let’s leave.” And the training worked because I did not go into my first reaction, I grabbed her hand, we left, but the next day I went right to the agency. I have texts, I have phone conversations, and I said, “This is unacceptable!” And I told them how -you know- I almost got violent, but I didn’t. And I said, “What are you going to do about this predator that you have roaming your hallways?” And -you know- I was told, “We are going to do everything in our power. We are going to handle this Terry. You’re right. It is unacceptable.” And then they disappeared. Nothing happened.</p> </blockquote> <p>Look at the faces of the black men behind him it says it all.</p> </blockquote> <p>This is real fucking infuriating. This shit isn’t funny. Fuck them and anyone who makes fun of Terry Crews speaking out and taking a stand.</p> </blockquote> <p> for those who don’t know the context, this is Terry Crews testifying about being sexually assaulted by Adam Venit during a Senate hearing about a proposed bill called the Sexual Assault Survivors Bill of Rights. While I don’t like that Senator Feinstein said what she said, I think it opened the door for a great statement from Terry about WHY he didn’t fight back - since so many people respond to male victims with “oh well you’re bigger than your rapist, why didn’t you push him or her off of you? why didn’t you punch him or her? did you want it or something?” And they don’t listen. Maybe finally people will listen. </p> <p>This shows that anyone can be a victim of sexual assault, even a tall, strong, hulking guy like Terry Crews. And I hope him coming forward with his accusations convinces other victims to realize that it being a victim isn’t something to be ashamed of and to take down their attackers, and push the justice system to FINALLY take male rape and assault seriously. <br/></p> </blockquote> <p>I think she asked him the question precisely for that</p> </blockquote> <p><a href="https://twitter.com/SenFeinstein/status/1011648748219486208">I just looked at her Twitter and she stated (well, implied haha) that yes you’re right, that was indeed why she phrased her question the way she did</a>.  </p> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="300" data-orig-width="591"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/13f86be19d2f626f3b8052b4df48d774/tumblr_inline_pazwccAecC1t1rsqs_540.png" data-orig-height="300" data-orig-width="591"/></figure></blockquote> <p>:(</p> </blockquote> <p>Well fuck me.</p> <p>Guys, Hell just froze over. Saddam is chuckin snowballs at Hitler.</p> <p>I just agreed with Feinstein on something.</p> </blockquote> <p>You could even expand this beyond the racial dynamic as well. Any man in that scenario could have easily faced the same threat of jail time or civil suit should they have used physical violence.  <br/><br/>I am glad that Feinstein, in this instance, did something I approve of.</p></blockquote>
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