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"As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.
But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London."
tumblr you can keep your glorified nostalgia about the wild thornberries and tony hawk’s pro skater and getting to hold the flea-ridden stuffed lion during the d.a.r.e program and what have you because THIS right here. now THIS was the essence of the 90s
YOU’LL CALL NOW
oh man it took me literally 2 seconds of this video to remember exactly how the rest of it went
I hated this commercial. Turns out I still hate it.
OH MY GOD THIS DAMN COMMERCIAL
I CAN’T FUCKING STOP LAUGHING its as awful as i remembered it
i cant quite explain this commercial and how it came back to me like
i couldnt remember the exact words by heart but. everything they said chimed in my head like a song i’d heard a long time ago. it was almost rhythmic, buried deep in my memory. it was probably the most bizarre way ive ever remembered something.
Try to avoid describing poc characters like “They’re skin was olive/milk chocolate etc”. Write “Their skin was black.” Write it so clearly, in bold and italics, maybe put some stars around it too, repeat it every now and then. That way, when your book gets made into a film, no one will get confused and think that when you said “milk chocolate” you actually meant “so hella white with a bit of a tan”
can you imagine Oliver having to show up at quidditch trials and say ‘anyone who’s here to try out for seeker better go back up to the castle because an 11 year old boy rode a broom for the first time today and McGonagall gave him the seeker position before asking me or letting me see him play sorry guys’
I’m literally watching that scene right now and now I can’t stop laughing
I just had the most awkward talk with my roommate that started off great an all about anime and movies and then somehow veered into anti obsmacare and racism against mexicans. And then a really uncomfortable part where she fetishized bisexuals while still sticking to her mormon roots and condemning us. Guess who im not coming out to.
Good gods. Look at all the fun I missed after I went to bed. Let’s get out of here.
if hogwarts is in scotland, why aren’t there more stops on the hogwarts express?
if it’s going to start in london, it makes sense that hermione, harry and ron go to london because it’s their nearest stop; but for neville (who in the films has a manc accent so i’m going with his being from manchester) it’s a bit ridiculous
they’d arrive at hogsmeade at about 3.30 (if it takes about the same time as modern trains), so that’s already 4 and a half hours. if you were muggle-born you’d probably have to get the train to king’s cross too; so if you were in manchester you’d have to be on the 7.55 train to ensure that you were on time, and you’d be spending a not inconsiderable amount of money to go halfway down the country to come straight back up again
and wizarding parents seem to take their children via non-magical means as well (e.g. the weasleys don’t floo to the leaky cauldron and then take the bus; they drive from their home in bloody devon) so even if the parents could apparate from berwick-upon-tweed to london, they can’t do so with their children (i’m guessing this has to do with transportation of luggage). they could come down earlier, of course, but i’m gonna go back to why doesn’t the hogwarts express just make more stops???
and what if you lived in edinburgh i mean are you telling me that scottish students have to go all the way down to london just to come back up to scotland? that seems a massive waste of time
if i were head of the department for magical transport i would insist that we put more stops on the hogwarts express and allow any student who finds it more convenient to apply to meet the others at hogsmeade station*, also because it would help with the concealment of the platform. rather than 1000 students and their families going through an invisible barrier at the same time, you would be arriving at different times in different stations
also i like my sleep and you can bet your ass that as a 17-year-old with her apparition test i would most definitely not be getting the train
side note: today is september the first and there is an 11 o’clock train from king’s cross to edinburgh. this makes me very happy
*on pottermore jkr said that you couldn’t have people riding thestrals or brooms to the same place because you can bet some people would try it; and having thought about that it makes more sense to permit small numbers of students to get a portkey direct to hogsmeade station. the train would be way easier to organise and a ton of portkeys is just a logistical nightmare and thus a bad idea; but a few set up for, say, the scottish students would be fine. plus, having the parents request a portkey would mean you can set up some which are more convenient rather than just randomly scattering them
Within three days of becoming engaged, I had already been told that I shouldn’t wear my glasses, because they’re not bridal. I was told my cane wasn’t bridal. I was told my eye… was not bridal. And I realized that if I was going to be “bridal” in their eyes, I was going to have to change who I am. I am proudly disabled.
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