The most hilarious thing about the fact Buckbeak had a trial and lost is that later on JKR resolves the issue by having Hagrid take him in again and renaming him Witherwings. That’s literally all it took. What if in POA, Hagrid simply said, “Sorry, Buckbeak flew away.”
“There’s a hippogriff right there, Hagrid.”
“A different hipprogriff.”
“I’m… pretty sure that’s the same hipprogriff.”
“Prove it.”
no dna tests we die like scientifically underdeveloped societies
A man buying 24 watermelons and 36 apples becomes self aware that he’s in an elementary school math problem.
The day starts normal enough. He wakes up, has his cup of coffee, and scans through the news alerts on his phone. He shakes his head at the latest and continues on with his morning, showering and dressing before throwing a load of laundry in the wash.
He’s supposed to meet Karen and the kids for a movie at 7, but still needs to go grocery shopping before then. He knows that his family will leave the beach at 6 and arrive at the theater fifteen minutes early after taking the highway east and not going any more than 70 mph. He idly wonders how fast he’d have to go to meet them while traveling west when planning to arrive at the same time, but from half the distance.
He thinks about it all the way to the store, parking and exiting his car before dismissing it. He was taught in school to skip hard problems until easier ones were done and then go back to them.
He enters the store and proceeds directly to the fruit section. He has forty dollars to spend on fruit. He sees that the watermelons are on sale 6/$5 and that the apples or on sale for $70 per bushel. He decides that he will spend half of his money on watermelon and half on apples.
After a moment of thought, he puts 24 watermelons in his cart, confident that they were worth $20.
But how many apples were in a bushel? And what percentage of $70 would be $20?
“There are 126 apples, on average, in a bushel,” someone from behind him hisses.
That’s right, he thinks with relief. He knew that. And after a simple calculation, he knows that 20 goes into 70 three and a half times. 126 divided by 3.5, therefore is 36.
It’s as he’s placing his obscenely large fruit purchase on the conveyor belt that he realizes that he’s never known how many apples are in a bushel. Also that, for a family of four, this is much too much fruit.
“Damn it,” he says through gritted teeth, remembering the hissed answer from earlier. That hadn’t been his thought at all. He turns and finds just what he suspected.
A group of math teachers, all with brightly colored pens and clipboards clutched in their hands, stare at him with wide eyes.
There’s a long, tense moment as he glares at them, foot tapping impatiently. Then he takes a step forward.
“Scatter!” one shouts, shoving his pens haphazardly down the front of his polo shirt. The other teachers crash into each other as they all turn around, tripping and sliding across the linoleum as they fled like startled deer.
The man turns to the cashier. Between them is a veritable wall of apples and watermelons, half already charged.
“I’d like to make some returns,” he practically growls.
The cashier sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” The cashier shakes their head as they begin to void apple after apple. “Freakin’ math teachers.”
The man purses his lips. “Frickin’ math teachers,” he agrees.
i wanna come out to my mom as pansexual but when ive hinted at me not being 100% straight, she’s said its not a thing and that im too young to know (im 19) what my sexuality is and it just makes me SO MAD bc i want my mom to accept me but i think i need some support
so, please reblog if you agree that pansexuality is real and that im old enough to know my sexuality.
astronomy club sent up a weather balloon w a gopro in it last friday. put in three packs of fruit snacks so they could have a giggle over eating fruit snacks that had been to space.
balloon went up into inner space, about 90,000 feet. came down right near the dinosaur park. a few physics teachers drive out to get it, crack it open on the way home to start watching the footage.
fruit snacks are missing.
multiple sources confirm that fruit snacks were put in balloon and sealed in with duct tape. physics teachers check entire balloon. no fruit snacks.
physics teachers watch footage. all 7 hours of it. right in the middle of footage, there are about 8 minutes of visual and audio static when balloon is in orbit. no other interference with balloon recorded.
people have no idea what its like to be 14 and have everyone telling you that you’re faking and pretending to be ill for attention or to skip art class and the doctor’s telling you you’re ‘just being a teenager’ when you actually had a serious kidney disease
if someone hadn’t eventually listened to me i would have died
Please, please support self-diagnosed teenagers, don’t pretend they’re not really disabled, don’t belittle or mock them, don’t exclude them from disabled spaces and for the love of god don’t pretend you know more about them than they do
i am disabled to this day because when i was a teenage girl, my doctors didn’t take me seriously. when i said i was in extreme pain, they said i just wasn’t trying hard enough at physical therapy to repair a broken ankle. turns out they’d fucked up the surgery to fix it, and their neglect of my months of complaints meant it was damaged beyond repair. i still have mobility issues 8 years later, will have pain and require surgeries throughout my life and will, always, be disabled. because of them. because of the silencing of girls’ voices, in all spheres. because doctors do not value the voices of teenaged girls.
When I was twelve, the knee specialist I had finally convinced my mom to take me to (after years of begging) told me that my knees hurt because of my hips widening.
“No,” I said. “You don’t understand. I can’t walk when it happens, it hurts so bad. It’s been since I was a little kid.”
“It might twinge a bit, sure,” he told me. “Go to physical therapy for a few weeks.” I burst into tears.
My mom then refused to take me to physical therapy, because it was a long drive and the doctor said it wasn’t serious, so why should she bother? That was the start of her not listening to any complaint about my joints I ever had.
As it turns out, my knees were dislocating every couple of days. She and my doctors ignored and taught me to ignore sprains, fractures, cartilage tears, and dislocations until I moved out and learned that it wasn’t normal. I missed out on years of my life because of my doctor not only discounting the experience of a young girl, but fully blaming my pain on the fact of my being a young girl.
Listen to children when they tell you something is wrong with their bodies.
I had stomach pains for years as a kid. Almost daily. I was blamed as a faker.
I have Celiac.
People know what the hell is going on with their own bodies. If they don’t think something is right fucking listen to them.
In their study, “The Girl Who Cried Pain: A Bias Against Women in the Treatment of Pain,” researchers Diane E. Hoffmann and Anita J. Tarzian documented the degree to which girl’s and women’s pain is routinely dismissed as the “not real,” “emotional,” response of “fragile” females. Not only are girls and women who experience pain less likely to be taken seriously when they describe it, but they are less likely to be treated by medical professionals.
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