Hey, I'm Helen, or Lenny. I'm 20, a junior Psyc Major/ Spanish Minor at Whitman College. I post whatever the frack I feel like, which includes various fandoms and real life things that are important to me. And puppies and kittens and bunnies when I can get 'em. Yup. That is all.
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Oh, the cat up there is Loki. He's ten. (We named him ten years ago, long before the recent Marvel movies. Calm down.) And he's... special. Loud, not very bright. But fuzzy and loving! And likes to keep me from my reading, as you can see.

 

fandomstuck:

im at my church and im using the wifi here and i look to see what my connections are and

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ducktrainer:

saemiligr:

dear-monday:

So we know it’s JK’s headcanon that Dudley has a magical child, right? Imagine his kid starting to show signs of magic and Dudley remembering all the odd things that used to happen around Harry. Imagine his kid coming home from Hogwarts and being all, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME UNCLE HARRY WAS FAMOUS?” Imagine Dudley reading up on Harry and finding out about all the stuff he did and all the things that happened to him and struggling to grasp how his scrawny, speccy cousin saved the wizarding world. Imagine Dudley, white-faced with terror at his first big family get-together with Harry, Hermione and all the remaining Weasleys. Imagine Mrs Weasley being decidedly cool towards him until he eats fifth helpings of everything she cooks and telling her that she’s the best cook he’s ever met. Imagine Dudley meeting Fleur. Imagine the others embarrassing Harry by telling Dudley stories about him. Imagine Dudley and Harry going down the pub together for beers. Imagine Harry still calling him Big D. Imagine Dudley cheerfully never dieting ever again and being fat and happy forever THE END.

This makes me absurdly happy

did they just made me happy about DUDLEY

I really like the idea that once they grow up, perhaps once Dudley is no longer living with his almost abusively indulgent parents, Harry and Dudley might be able to reconcile.

lackofa:

More centaurs. Smaller photoset this time because wrist pains. Ridiculous giraffe-taur, dignified drafthorse-taur, and return of the handsome llama, now with sheep ladyfriend. …He’s basically the centaur equivalent of Jessica Rabbit.

My first hysterectomy as a resident was on a 16-year-old who had an illegal abortion. Her pelvis was nothing but pus. That’s the sort of thing we saw all the time. I admitted about two or three women like this every night. That’s what we’re headed towards now. We’re heading back to those days. Because of the restrictions lawmakers impose, women will seek abortions illegally, and we’re going to see a rise in septic abortions.