vampires who go to college for a history degree b/c they weren’t paying attention and want to know what they missed over the last 5 centuries
Yes, but what about the vampires that were newly turned and want to study history so that they can talk with older vampires and not feel left out. Or the ones that want to pretend that they are super old to freak people out then when someone asks how long they’ve been a vampire that can be like “Like 5 years dude”
“How old are you?” “17.” “How long have you been 17?” “Like four months.”
he man and she ra have always belonged to the gays
What het looked at a half-naked, muscular man with a pageboy haircut and wearing nothing but a leather harness and a loincloth and thought “this is a straight man”?
okay, most of what i do re: harry potter is criticism, and hp is flawed in such a number of ways, but sometimes i just sit here and
i mean, you all have a comprehension of just how drastically harry potter changed literature, yeah? like. it revitalized it. it blew the literary scene apart. the new york times had to create a separate bestseller’s list for children’s lit just because harry potter existed. harry potter changed reading.
so many people on tumblr were born in the ‘90s. when the first book came out, most of us couldn’t read. but we grew up in a world where everyone, everyone, everyone was reading harry potter, no matter how old they were; we grew up in a world where the most popular story in the entire world was a fantasy children’s book.
it’s sort of difficult to grasp, sometimes, the extent to which harry potter is not just a book. the extent to which what is basically a series of fun, interesting, and fairly good novels is such an enormous, enormous part of our lives, a cultural touchstone, a truly universal reference point, something so many people have shaped their lives around, a foundation for all of the stories we would read and watch for the rest of our lives– for so many of us, the first books we ever loved
the extent to which so many of us can’t call ourselves “fans” of harry potter, because it would like being a “fan” of, like, having lungs.
it’s not even about liking it or disliking it. it’s just a part of us.
I spent the afternoon arranging our books by size and color (and it’s so satisfying and looks amazing) and my partner came home and stared in shock at the bookcase and then said “i’m a librarian, you can’t do this.”
him: you split up all the song of ice and fire books
me: yeah i know, they’re all primary colors, it’s perfect
him: [self-destructs]
You’re a monster
As a former bookstore employee, this hurts my soul. I mean, sure it looks nice, but how do you find anything?
it has occurred me during this process that apparently not everyone thinks about books by what color they are? like, literally when i’m looking for a book, i picture it in my mind. i have a very…tactile experience with the books i read and idk! i thought everyone did that lol.
my partner was like “how will i find [this book] for instance” and i replied “easy, it’s purple” and he looked at me like i was a witch.
ok so i go to school in milwaukee, and the summer before freshman year there was an overnight orientation and registration. I lived about two hours south at the time, and on the way there I drove my roommate. On the way back I was by myself for what would become four hours of being lost on back roads due to my usual exit being closed. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ll get real tired if I have to drive more than a two hour stretch, and at that point I was closing in on three and a half. I start dozing off, next thing I know there are Eyes staring me down from the corn that my car was drifting towards. I jolted awake, floored my car, and got about four? Five? Miles down the road (while still in corn purgatory) and I start nodding off again. I thought pulling into one of those field mantinence roads to load google maps up would be a good idea. Nope. I was on my phone for all of 20 seconds when I hear corn rustling next to my door. I knew there are Things in the corn, and I was really hoping this was’t one of them, but I looked up and saw the same Eyes as before, but So Much closer. Threw the car into reverse, barely checked for other cars, took off and didn’t slow down until I recognized a town that was close to home. Tl;dr: if you think there’s a Thing in the corn, don’t tempt it, don’t slow down and Do Not stop.
as a native Ohioan i also can confirm there are Forgotten Gods in the corn
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