I wish I knew the exact time and date that harry told snape ‘there’s no need to call me sir professor’ so that I could take a moment of silence to remember the moment each year
Judging from the context of the chapter…
We know that it’s September 2nd. I’d put it between 9:00 AM and 11:00 AM. (They have breakfast and then a free period. They have Snape’s class before their break, which was before their lunch.)
But in the UK first period typically only starts at 9 AM. So free period from around 9-10 AM and Snapes class from 10-11 AM I’d say.
Okay so 10am-11am every September 2nd is now an hour dedicated to remembering the most glorious piece of dialogue ever spoken by a fictional character
I hope everyone is prepared. The time is almost upon us.
But wait what time zone 10-11 do we use? Ours? Hogwarts’? I need to know this highly relevant piece of information before it’s too late
10-11 whatever timezone you’re in is a time to celebrate, that way less miss out on this momentous occasion. It is 10:41 Australian time right now, so I’m taking this moment to honour my son and the finest thing he ever said. I’ll never forget.
Depressionen sorgen dafür, dass man des Fokus auf die schlechten Dinge des Lebens legt und die guten Dinge nicht beachtet. Dies kann man aber kontern, in dem man seine Achtsamkeit auf die kleinen, winzigen Sachen legt, die einen glücklich machen.
Inspiriert von der Therapiemethode des “Positivtagebuchs” und dem Podcast “Wonderful” hab ich deshalb einen neuen Blog erstellt: @positiv-geladen.
Die Idee ist, dass es ein gemeinsames Posittivtagebuch für uns alle sein soll. Das heißt: Jeder darf die Dinge einschicken, die sie*ihn heute glücklich oder stolz gemacht hat. Egal ob es ein süßer Hund auf dem Heimweg sehen, zur Schule gehn trotz Angstgefühlen oder das Lieblingshobby ist. Wenn du was für das Tagebuch hast, schreib einfach! Natürlich sind auch anonyme Nachrichten willkommen. Hoffentlich kommt für uns alle so ein winzig bisschen mehr Positivität ins Leben. :)
Folge also @positiv-geladen für kleine Glücksmomente durch kleine Glücksmomente.
Honestly the mere fact that some people refer to Daddy Long Legs as “harvestmen” is creepier than 90% of all deliberately created horror but like the worst part is that the alternative is calling them Daddy Long Legs
True harvestmen, and not cellar spiders which are the other Daddy Long Legs, are truly omnivorous- known to eat everything from spiders, to fecal matter, to leaves and fungus… But one of the singularly most interesting habits of a particular European species is their almost symbiotic relationship with beehives– particularly man-made beehives. When a bee dies inside the hives, workers will remove the the corpse to just outside the hive just before dark. And the harvestmen? Well, they live up to their name.
So what you’re saying is that they are the grim reaper for bees.
2019 is going to be a great year because we’re going to fucking make it that way, no more of this “I hope good things come to me” shit, I’m gonna go out and drag good things to me by the fucking hair
SAME FRIEND, SAME
2019 Is The Year Of Not Even Remotely Fucking Around
Four (4) “selfies” of 2k18 (i wanted to post more but tumblr said nah you cant do that and crashed)
1.when you try makeup and it looks semi-decent and then you also wear a shirt your brother got you in a thrift store idk it’s a nice picture but the longer i stare at it the weirder it looks
2.uhhhh Croatia, technically not a selfie, Makarska, v pretty, saw many cats and it took me three days to drink a glass of wine, alcohol is disgusting dont @ me
3.me in a hotel room in Portugal, ready to die anytime now
4.also technically not a selfie, chillin’ in Genua when the bridge was still in place lol, didn’t see the oceanarium but the town was nice and focaccia was v good, kinda tasted like churros or prażynki but that’s just me ig i love being basic
that’s it I think, uhhh, have a good christmas or sth, have a blast on new years eve and have an amazing life-changing (in the best way possible) 2019 because tbh 2018 suuucked. cheerio
