25, she/her. Ace. Broke-ass grad student (6 credits left until I'm just a broke-ass regular person)
Mostly reblogs of whatever comes to mind. I have a lot of interests so if you're looking for something cohesive i'm not the blog for you. Icon by @Shinyno, from commission. Also I rarely tag.
YoI sideblog: angrily-fails-to-juicebox
“If voting did anything they’d make it illegal” wow I guess gerrymandering isn’t a thing, I guess taking away all first nations peoples in a state’s right to vote isn’t s thing, I guess “accidentally” deregistering thousands of black voters isn’t a thing, I guess charging fees and closing early isn’t a thing etc. Etc. Et Fucking Cetera
@flowergirlrobichiko i want you to know that i fucking support your addition and that i appreciate your comment
Especially as someone who can’t vote yet… fricking vote please!!! ❤️
It’s important!!
VOOOOOOOTE.
PLEASE VOTE
I’m not 18. I can’t do anything except volunteer to register voters, and I’m trying to do that. But the administration is trying to legally erase trans people. I can’t vote, so I can’t tell my government what I want.
But you, that 18, 19, 20, 24, 28, 32, year old, reading this? You can. So please, register. Please, please, please, vote, for those like me that are too young, and for the thousands of minority group members that have been cheated out of their rights. Your vote counts, so, please, use it.
This Canadian is reminding her American followers to vote.
Hey American folks who are old enough: please vote. It may not seem too important to some of you for various reasons but it genuinely is. No excuses, folks. You need this.
not to be a downer but your twenties are super hard and super lonely and tv lied and it’s not glamorous at all and if you are having a hard time it’s ok and it’s normal and you’ll be ok
narcissa malfoy was probably the most powerful occlumens in hogwarts history and nobody knew
she literally stood up to lord voldemort and lied that harry potter was dead and i don’t know about you but if i were an evil ruler i would probably want to triple-check that my nemesis was, you know, actually deceased
voldemort had actual doubts about snape
narcissa swans on by without a whisper, without a second glance
narcissa malfoy understood from a young age that she was meant to do only a few things: look pretty, say nothing, and marry well.
narcissa malfoy understood those rules, and she layered her mind with them.
look pretty. wear the most expensive robes. grandmother’s pearls. curl your hair every night. think only of clothes and dimples and the way your hair falls when you flutters you eyelashes at a boy.
say nothing. don’t speak when mother and father are screaming at each other. demurely look down as another boy asks you to dance. retreat into the reading room when your family friends, known death eaters and criminals, pay your parents a visit and speak in hushed voices over tea. think of pretty things.
marry well. marry into a family of your parents’ friends. bear children. wear pearls and look demure and think of nothing but pretty, pretty things, like the way your husband’s hair gleams in candlelight.
masters must learn the rules before they can break them. narcissa learned the rules so well that they wrapped around her; sank into her skin and her mind. they protect her from enemies. they conceal the quick, strategic plots ticking her brain into gear every moment of every day. they hide the calculation of each smile, each movement.
narcissa is so good, so perfect, that no one will ever know.
