Forgot I didn’t have anons off on main and now I can’t not post this, it’s too funny to me that I got this

Watch out if you’re ever going to *checks notes* publicly sympathize with your friends, apparently

Since I seem to be accumulating followers again… hi! You’ve found the main-blog-turned-side-blog of @laas-yahnir. So if you’re looking for actual content from me, that’s where you want to go. Posts made to this blog are usually mistakes, if I’m completely honest. Like xkit fucks up and puts a post here once in a while, and that’s the only content that shows up here.

Sooo yeah. I’m really glad you decided to follow my blog, but if you’re expecting actual posts (especially in the journal style of the earliest posts here), you’re not likely to get them. There’s no pressure to check out my technically-main blog; I just thought I’d point you in that direction if you wanted.

(I can’t help you if you’re expecting a follow-for-follow, either… I’ve been on this site for four years and that’s never been my style. Sorry :/ )

OH. Yeah, that’d do it.

CRAP I DIDN’T MEAN TO POST THIS HERE UGH

bearrypatch:

Thank you for my childhood

whitegirlsaintshit:

mariahraemonroe:

jessehimself:

How FOX News & other divisive white supremacist networks operate, in one short clip.

They cut that man off quick as shit!!
I’m not surprised by any means but damn!!

I’M SCREEEAAAAAMMMMMM

oh hey!

so I seem to be accumulating some followers on here, and while this is technically my main blog and I’m really glad you saw something you liked here, I don’t really use it anymore

… as in it has been literally over a year since I made any kind of original post

(I don’t really feel the need to journal about Harry Potter anymore, basically, so… sorry???? growth and stuff)

so I’ll go ahead and direct you to laas-yahnir, which is where you can actually find the things I post, if you wanna

sorry to disappoint! hopefully you’ll meander over to my other blog :3 I do still post Harry Potter things occasionally, if that helps!

tbh it’s going to be mostly Korra spam for a while though

thesylverlining:

defend-p0ptarts:

Here’s a picture of cops watching the Mike Brown memorial burn.

Put this everywhere. Show everyone. The protest pictures capture the determination and strength of the people they abuse.

Even if they’re not literally punching a protestor here… THIS picture captures them.

bronyparctears:

“all opinions are valid” only applies to subjective shit like ice cream flavours, when it come to whether or not certain types of people are allowed to live safe and comfortable lives, I’d say objectivity was pretty fucking important.

Mood: For the first time in a long while, blissful.

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So it’s been a loooooooooooooooooooooong time since I posted anything on this blog. Thanks, guys, if you’ve stuck around. I actually blog daily on my second blog (which I’m kind of using as my main now), which is ramblereblogrepeat. So yeah. I guess you could go follow that blog if you like, or if daily blog posts are more your thing.

All is well on the school front, I promise. My last post was rather cryptic and just depressing in general. And yeah, I had quite a bit to be sad about at the time, but ever since I decided to just go with a general studies degree and see what happens, I’ve been a lot happier. I’m still a bit scared about the future, sure, but who isn’t?

Anyway… THERE’S GOING TO BE A FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM MOVIE! And to be honest, I was SO scared that it was just another false story, because I’ve seen so many things about an eighth book that I’ve just kind of trained myself to never take “new Harry Potter thing” claims seriously.

Lo and behold… this one’s real.

A lot of people seem to be upset that it’s designed to be a money grab. Well, yeah. There is a part of me that wishes for a book series instead of a movie series, but in all honesty, anything tied to Harry Potter is going to fall into Hollywood’s hands at some point. That’s just the way of it. Harry Potter is THE highest-grossing franchise of all time, and there’s no way they’re just going to settle. That’s not how franchises work, unfortunately.

So maybe it is a business ploy. But – and I think this is a BIG but – Jo herself is writing the screenplays. She is writing them. Not Steve Kloves, not Michael Goldenberg who wrote OotP’s screenplay. Jo herself. That means that the story is going to be brought to life exactly as she envisions it, or pretty damn close. That is the one thing keeping me from being disheartened about the attempt to cash in further on Harry Potter.

There are numerous other bits I’m excited about, though, and perhaps the most prominent is the bit where I get to dress up in Hogwarts garb for midnight movie premieres again. With the original series, I was nine when the first movie came out, and was thus completely at my parents’ mercy as far as movies went. Thankfully, they took me to the movies. [I have parents who are quick to realize what is important to their child (children, in my mom’s case).] My first midnight showing was Order of the Phoenix. I went in a massive group, and I think I dressed up, but I can’t remember. But it was one hell of a time. I was surrounded by people who all cared very deeply about Harry Potter, and I remember the entire theatre clapping when the movie was done. I unfortunately missed Half-Blood Prince at midnight, but I made sure to catch both parts of Deathly Hallows at midnight. Part 1 was particularly important to me – I turned 18 that day.

But my favorite midnight premiere of all was, hands down, the premiere for Part 2. The excitement was tangible. There were people in costumes everywhere. The line for the 2D showing stretched all the way around to the back of the theatre. The girls I went with, my two best friends since childhood, and I had just recently returned from Potter World with our wands and our Pygmy Puffs. I think we arrived at 9 PM or so, and we remarked fairly often upon the ever-increasing length of the line behind us. When we finally got into the theatre, I was already on the verge of tears. I don’t remember a whole lot of the experience of watching the movie itself, apart from crying for the last half of it and bursting into outright sobs when “Leaving Hogwarts” started playing during the epilogue. (I’ve talked about that piece of music enough, I think, but let it be known that it can still make me cry.) I had planned to raise my wand and say “Mischief Managed,” but I couldn’t do it. I was crying too hard. I was that kid.

It sounds like a miserable experience now that I’ve written it all out, but I hold the memory very dear. I never felt like more of a Potterhead than at that moment (well, until LeakyCon, but this was before I even dared to think I could make it there).

And now, by nothing short of a miracle, I have the chance to make similar memories with all sorts of new people, as well as with the people with whom I’ve shared my entire Harry Potter experience. It’ll be strange, because it will be different. This isn’t going to be Dan, Rupert, Emma, Bonnie, Evanna, Matt, Tom, Maggie, Alan, Michael, Ralph, etc. I’m not expecting that. I know that the story of Harry Potter, the character, has been told. But I also know that the discovery I made after Leaky is absolutely true: The people I know in the fandom, and even those I don’t know, will be there to experience it all with me. They never left. 

I never left.

Nox.

Mood: Kind of strange.

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Well, now that it’s been almost three months since I posted here, let me brief you on what’s happened.

I broke down.

That’s actually just about it. Toward the middle of October, I started feeling REALLY homesick for Marquette to the point where I didn’t think I could handle it. On top of that, I stopped caring about my classes, which led to my grades taking a bit of a dive. (Everything turned out okay; I managed a 3.221 for the semester.) I began to feel overwhelmed by everything I was trying to do. I was failing at everything I was doing.

So what did I do? I stopped practicing my violin, choosing to dick around on the piano instead. I quit VH, and I’m still not back on because I don’t think it would feel right if I tried to come back. Once I did those things, I felt a little better. My load was a little lighter, and the feelings of failing everybody went away after I admitted that I had a problem. So for a few weeks, I was fine.

Then in November, it happened again, only worse. I had an outright panic attack in the middle of the sidewalk on my way to my musicology class. And I’m not exaggerating; my breathing sped up, I started crying, and I suddenly felt dizzy. I skipped musicology that day because I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus. That week was the worst week I’ve had in a LONG time. I don’t think a day went by that didn’t have me descending into a sobbing mess at least once.

The next few weeks were similarly bad for me. I put off my assignments until the very last minute. I floated around on the internet in search of advice, and I never found any that made me feel any better. My only real option was to power (or rather shuffle) through the rest of the semester, wait it out until it was over.

And it’s over. I’ve gotten my grades back, and I didn’t do nearly as horribly as I thought I did. I’ve turned 20 and beaten teen pregnancy and all that. I’ve made it back up to Marquette for a longer stay, and I’ve seen the people I needed to see. I don’t have to push myself to get up in the mornings anymore, and I won’t next semester – I don’t have any classes earlier than 10 AM, thank GOD. I’m feeling better about being at Michigan, and I’ve accepted that maybe being a music major isn’t what I want to do.

That being said, my transition is still far from over. I have to declare a major by the end of this semester. I’m still not entirely sure what I want to do. My credits say I should go for French, but my adviser recommended anthropology, so I’m still stuck there. That’s really the only problem that remains, but it’s going to be a tough one to tackle.

So am I sad that this year is ending? No, not really. The summer was nice, and LeakyCon was beautiful, but apart from that, 2012 was just sad for me. I left Marquette and had a miserable first semester at Michigan. That’s what I did this year.

Yeah. So let’s hope 2013 is a little better than 2012.

Nox.