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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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Beautiful, Blessed, and Bones: rmh8402: pegasusdragontiger: 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. YESSSSSSS!  Love it!!
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America, Another One, and Cars: 20 Of The Weirdest Things About America That Americans Don't Realize Are Weird 1. Portion Sizes. 2. Flags everywhere. EVERYWHERE 3. Price tags without tax included. How do you know how much you're spending until you get to the cashier? 4. Tipping: It was incredibly hard for me to wrap my head about how much is appropriate for the service 5. Advertising prescription drugs. That was the weirdest one for me. "ask your doctor for brand x antidepressants" type commercials on TV. In the UK, your doctor tells you what drugs you should take, not the other way round 6. Everything being designed around cars. 7. The sheer amount of commercials on the television, and their lack of quality 8. Aerosol cheese. Like seriously I would try it at least once, but that shit looks like cancer 9. a visiting Italian friend was very puzzled at Americans' use of the phrase, "Oh, really?" in group conversations. Somehow he took that as a person challenging his opinion, when in reality, it's just some habit a lot of us have that basically means, "Interesting. Can you elaborate?" The guy was red in the face after an hour because he literally thought everyone in our group was challenging every single thing he said 10. Your toilets are too low down and the stalls have massive gaps around the door so that people can see in. You can put a man on the moon but can't design a setup whereby I can have a dump in comfortable privacy. Sort it out America 11. Pickles. Your hidden love for pickles. I have been in the states for like 8 years and you guys give a pickle with everything. 12. I find it really weird how college football players are kind of celebrities. They're scrutinized and have fans and do TV interviews, and it just boggles my mind so much. They're just students that do an extra- curricular activity! I don't understand 13. Jaywalking is a crime? I did this a lot in the US without realizing it was supposed to be illegal 14. Why is bread in the USA so sweet? Sandwich bread, hamburger buns, taste like cake but Americans have no idea what you're talking about because they're used to it. 15. Soft drink is free flowing, everywhere McDonalds you get a gigantic cup for a dollar - it comes with unlimited refills. Even at a restaurant if you half finish your coke the waitress will bring you another one. The first time you're like "hey I didn't order this" but then you realize it's free 16. You are all so loud! But friendly 17. There is so much water in your toilet bowls! Seriously, why so much? 18. A very blasé approach to credit card security Signatures don't matter and no one uses a PIN 19. The pledge of allegiance is creepy. I know most Americans just say it because they have to in school but if you listen to the words it sounds strange to have children just chanting it off 20. Lawyer adverts, everywhere. Saul Goodman laughoutloud-club: The Weirdest Things About America
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Being Alone, Bones, and Complex: Ask Meme growling suggestion edition <p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote> <blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote> <p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p> </blockquote>
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Being Alone, Bones, and Complex: Ask Meme growling suggestion edition <p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote> <blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote> <p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p> </blockquote>
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Being Alone, Bones, and Complex: Ask Meme growling suggestion edition <p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote> <blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote> <p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p> </blockquote>
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America, Another One, and Cars: 20 Of The Weirdest Things About America That Americans Don't Realize Are Weird 1. Portion Sizes. 2. Flags everywhere. EVERYWHERE 3. Price tags without tax included. How do you know how much you're spending until you get to the cashier? 4. Tipping: It was incredibly hard for me to wrap my head about how much is appropriate for the service 5. Advertising prescription drugs. That was the weirdest one for me. "ask your doctor for brand x antidepressants" type commercials on TV. In the UK, your doctor tells you what drugs you should take, not the other way round 6. Everything being designed around cars. 7. The sheer amount of commercials on the television, and their lack of quality 8. Aerosol cheese. Like seriously I would try it at least once, but that shit looks like cancer 9. a visiting Italian friend was very puzzled at Americans' use of the phrase, "Oh, really?" in group conversations. Somehow he took that as a person challenging his opinion, when in reality, it's just some habit a lot of us have that basically means, "Interesting. Can you elaborate?" The guy was red in the face after an hour because he literally thought everyone in our group was challenging every single thing he said 10. Your toilets are too low down and the stalls have massive gaps around the door so that people can see in. You can put a man on the moon but can't design a setup whereby I can have a dump in comfortable privacy. Sort it out America 11. Pickles. Your hidden love for pickles. I have been in the states for like 8 years and you guys give a pickle with everything. 12. I find it really weird how college football players are kind of celebrities. They're scrutinized and have fans and do TV interviews, and it just boggles my mind so much. They're just students that do an extra- curricular activity! I don't understand 13. Jaywalking is a crime? I did this a lot in the US without realizing it was supposed to be illegal 14. Why is bread in the USA so sweet? Sandwich bread, hamburger buns, taste like cake but Americans have no idea what you're talking about because they're used to it. 15. Soft drink is free flowing, everywhere McDonalds you get a gigantic cup for a dollar - it comes with unlimited refills. Even at a restaurant if you half finish your coke the waitress will bring you another one. The first time you're like "hey I didn't order this" but then you realize it's free 16. You are all so loud! But friendly 17. There is so much water in your toilet bowls! Seriously, why so much? 18. A very blasé approach to credit card security Signatures don't matter and no one uses a PIN 19. The pledge of allegiance is creepy. I know most Americans just say it because they have to in school but if you listen to the words it sounds strange to have children just chanting it off 20. Lawyer adverts, everywhere. Saul Goodman <p>The Weirdest Things About America.</p>
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Being Alone, Bones, and Complex: Ask Meme growling suggestion edition <p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p> <blockquote> <blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote> <p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p> </blockquote>
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Memes, Messenger, and Narrate: Allah's Helpls Near. an-Nu’man ibn Basheer (May Allah be pleased with him), narrated: 'I heard the Messenger of Allah (Peace be upon him) say, "Truly, in the body there is a morsel of flesh which, if it is whole, all the body is whole and which, if it is diseased, all of the body is diseased. Truly, it is the heart."' (Related by Bukhari and Muslim) - Life can be perplexing sometimes, like a very detailed jigsaw puzzle. One that contains many overwhelming pieces that we feel the need to place together alone, including a few other important pieces. - However this is where we go wrong, I can't explain how many times I am guilty of this myself. You and I, are not always responsible for putting all the pieces in the correct places, because Allah helps us along the way. That doesn't mean we must not make effort to put together the vital parts of the puzzle correctly, but there is a point where we must also have Tawakkul to fill in the missing gaps, and who greater is there to add the final touches than Al-Mutakabbir himself? - We often do more harm by trying to fix this puzzle on our own, due to expecting immediate results. And often this is why we feel doors close when we seek help from the creation, rather than The Creator. - Don't be afraid to ask Allah for help at any stage, and never give up on His mercy. Afterall, it is He who puts all the pieces of our affairs in their correct places, at the best time according to what He has already willed. - Of course at times we will deal with the calamities and heartaches, making it difficult and frustrating to solve the puzzle. But a few well placed pieces can go a long way. Seek Allah's help through prayers and sabr, and continue to show Allah your effort and it will all fall into place. And remember we are truly complete when we find peace in loving Allah and trusting Him. May this state of harmony ultimately lead you and I, in reaching our hopes and goals. @gardenofthepious

an-Nu’man ibn Basheer (May Allah be pleased with him), narrated: 'I heard the Messenger of Allah (Peace be upon him) say, "Truly, in the bod...

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