Also paramount? Remembering what’s important: quality time with his daughter. His tagline, which he often repeats, is, “It’s about the braid; it’s about the bond.” Based on the way he speaks to other fathers, you can tell this isn’t just another low-bar dad.
Dumbledore: Minerva, I had a relationship with another man once but I never talk about because it ended poorly.Â
McGonagall: Who?Â
D: GrindelwaldÂ
M: No, I don’t remember hearing about that.Â
D: We didn’t really talk about it then, either.Â
M: Albus, did Grindelwald know?Â
D: Unclear
D: It was the defining relationship of my life. I would never love again.Â
M: It sounds like you didn’t love then.Â
D: we had an understanding.Â
M: That you never discussed with him? It sounds like what you had was a crush.
D: Anyway, I was sitting outside Grindelwald’s window one night–Â
M: Come again.Â
D: I think he knew I was there. He sensed it.Â
M: Albus, what you’re describing is stalking.Â
D: We had a bondÂ
M: You shouldn’t tell anyone else this story.Â
D: Hmmm
D: Minerva, surely you understand why I’ve held this back?Â
M: I have my answer written on a card, but I doubt your answer will match.Â
D: I was in love with a monster!Â
M: I’ve dated 2 evil wizards, an evil witch in college, and 2 actual literal monsters Albus.
D: You dated a witch, Minerva?Â
M: Several Albus, only one evil one though. Not so many lesbians are for enslaving others based on biological differences.Â
D: Evil witches and wizards? But you’re the head of Gryffindor!Â
M: I didn’t say I was going to marry them, Albus!
D: But…I had to defeat him in a duel!Â
M: You think I’ve never dueled someone I slept with Albus? It’s part of life when you live as long as we do.Â
D: Slept with!? Minerva, I never slept with Grindelwald! Outside his window, sure.Â
M: It troubles me that you don’t know that’s bad
M: Albus, you should get back out there. Meet other adult gay men.Â
D: Minerva, I don’t say that word out loud!Â
M: You say Voldemort all the time, but gay is right out.Â
D: What would the children think?Â
M: They’d probably be inspired. Did you know one of our students is Jewish?
M: Seriously, Albus, go find yourself a nice Hufflepuff bear. Hufflepuffs always make sure you’re taken care of.Â
A: But Minerva, I’m a Gryffindor!Â
M: You don’t know anything, Albus. There’s no such thing as a pleasant hookup between two Gryffindors, it’s marriage or death
D: I don’t think I’m ready.Â
M: You’ve had a century, Albus. Have you considered you might be asexual? Maybe even homoromantic asexual? You know sexuality and romance or more complicated than just straight or gay.
D: Nope, definitely gay. Plain ol’ gay.
M: But you never stop talking and this has never come up. Then give us any textual proof! Hatef&$Ă· a Slytherin for all I care!
I thought covering a skull in Swarovski crystals would be a nice relaxing way to spend a dreary Sunday afternoon… turns out it’s incredibly frustrating so I gave up ?. But the color shifting is very pretty, no? (Ambience sounds courtesy of YouTube) #skullery #swarovskicrystals #notaseasyasitlooks
my favorite thing about this is that each of them is walking in a different direction, it’s like these girls are off to conquer the entire goddamn world
They’re gonna meet in the middle
In the middle they will find the avatar, master of all elements and the force:
boring & disrespectful: “oh, i can’t survive without my morning coffee”, “energy drink makes it so that i can get through my boring work”, and so on
living properly: treating caffeinated beverages like very mysterious & powerful magical potions that can give us unforeseen abilities
drink 15 cups of coffee in a day and you can clip through walls
me, approaching my local barista with trepidation and awe: potion seller. I am going into battle and I require your strongest potion.
potion seller: trenta macchiato plus five shots as usual, then?
me, extending my credit card with a trembling hand: fuck me up
Today’s pet peeve: a piano is not “a harp in a box”.
A piano is a dulcimer in a box.
A harpsichord is a harp in a box.
To be even more pedantic, it’s a hammered dulcimer in a box. Dulcimers are a pretty broad family and not all are, well, hammered.
A piano is the result of a frustrated dulcimerist going “what I really need is to be able to wield more hammers at once. No, more than that. More.”
To be fair, I’d say a harpsichord is more of a guitar/lute/etc. in a box, given the twanginess of it.
Proposal: rescore all of J S Bach’s harpsichord concertos for six-string banjo.
One of my coworkers once described an accordion as “a piano that squashes”.
Strictly speaking, an accordion is a mutant harmonica.
slight correction: a BUTTON accordion is a mutant harmonica. a piano accordion is a box of oboes
i’m into this semantic musiciany thing going on here. are there more musical mutants?
