Headcanon that McGonagall is offended on a personal level that Umbridge loves cats.
This literally got 600 more notes just while I was at dinner what the fuck
How has nobody thought about this before tbh
Ok but imagine McGonagall in cat form prowling around the castle, in strategically chosen places so that Umbridge will come across her.
Umbridge takes the cat back to her office and feeds it a little saucer of milk. The cat starts coming back to Umbridge’s office around the same time every night, until eventually Umbridge gets into a little routine of setting out a saucer of milk for the cat before bed.
McGonagall now has all the best secrets on Umbridge, all of the results of the evaluations, and most importantly, is in a perfect position to spy on the ministry for the Order of the Phoenix.
All because Umbridge is obsessed with cats.
The mental image McGonagall lapping up that milk while full of burning hatred for Umbridge amuses me in ways I can hardly describe.
NO BUT THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD GODDAMN MOVIE LIKE THE MUSIC IS FUN AND SUPERB THE CHARACTERS WERE REAL PEOPLE EVEN THE ANTAGONISTS THE WOMEN WERE GREAT IT WAS ALL GREAT. IT DOESNT MATTER IF YOURE JEWISH, CHRISTIAN, MUSLIM, ATHEIST, WHATEVER ELSE IT DOESNT MATTER ITS SUCH A GOOD MOVIE AND ITS LITERALLY ONLY 90 MINUTES OF YOUR DAY AND EXPERIENCE THIS HERE JUST CLICK IT LITERALLY IT WILL OPEN IN A NEW TAB GO WATCH.
First movie I ever saw in theaters too! That’s probably not coincidence!
But, like, this line is part of why I grew up thinking utilitarians are monsters. And I mean that in the “check under the bed” sense—there are people who will do literally anything (depending on the circumstances) and not care if the Bible says it’s evil! And they might be coming for you!
And now of course I’m a utilitarian, and so are a lot of the people I think of as doing the most good. Turns out that genocide against a bunch of babies? Not actually a fair portrayal of people doing things for the greater good.
Also, I recognised this gifset as being from Prince of Egypt (through cultural osmosis; haven’t actually seen the movie), but skimmed the context, so up until “they were only slaves” I thought it was Moses talking about murdering every non-Jewish firstborn in Egypt. And I was glad that apparently somebody in the film had tried to call them out on that tactic. But no, it’s just the same-old-same-old.
See, you have no idea how much that incident scarred me as a child. You’re supposed to hear that story and empathise with the oh-poor-Jewish-slaves-who-just-want-to-be-free, but I empathised with the Egyptian peasants. My fellow firstborns, slaughtered en masse for being born to the wrong families at the wrong time. Innocent, unknowing people, who happened to meet a totally arbitrary qualification that I met.
(My parents, in a desperate attempt to console me, tried to tell me I didn’t meet the qualifications. That in their place, I’d have been one of the ones with goat’s blood painted on the doorway. Thing is, being firstborn is more important to me than being Jewish 10.5 months out of the year, and even during Christmas season, it’s not so much “Jewish” that’s important as much as “not Christian”. (The Egyptians weren’t Christian either.))
That damned story was what made me really aware, on a visceral level, of my mortality. Learning how not to be viscerally aware of mortality (apparently some people do manage to function while aware of it, but I can’t imagine how) was an extremely long, painful process. By the time I’d more or less finished, it had taken me something like a third of my lifetime-at-that-point. (Then Five for Fighting released “100 Years” and started getting it played on all the radios and even a TV commercial, and I had to spend another few months re-doing some of the painstakingly crafted mental blocks. I swear, if I ever meet the one man who comprises Five for Fighting, I’ll…well, I probably couldn’t get away with punching him. I suppose I’d tell him about how he rubbed salt in a traumatised child’s wound, and let his own guilt punish him appropriately.)
Occasionally I hear of people who laugh at the idea that the Bible isn’t suitable for children. I’m not laughing.
Yeah, people who say that presumably haven’t actually read it.
I always thought about this from the Egyptians’ perspective, too. Except I have an older sister, and I wasn’t sure if “firstborn” here meant “firstborn son” like it sometimes does, and was I required to hope it did because I’m supposed to treat others as more important than myself.
The Prince of Egypt gets credit for portraying the mass killing as a terrible thing. The other plagues are all exciting moves in a game between God/Moses and Pharaoh, and the viewer isn’t supposed to think about the collateral damage from, say, destroying all the crops in Egypt. But in the last one the musical number ends, it shows kids dying (and parents screaming? I don’t remember) and you’re supposed to notice that this is really, really horrible. But then Pharaoh says to leave, there is much rejoicing, and the movie forgets all about it.
Also, uh, “they were only slaves” is a pretty fair paraphrase of what I learned as the Biblical justification for what God did. (The “my son” part is earlier in the chapter. New Testament quote, but it’s pretty heavily supported in the Old.) I would like to think the Prince of Egypt people did that on purpose, but they didn’t.
(And now I’m picturing Rational Draco Malfoy killing a sheep and putting blood on his door, because if the people who were immune to the last nine plagues are doing it, you don’t need to know why to copy them.)
Reblogged for what comparativelysuperlative and the people after him (including him again) said.
Especially
I’m picturing Rational Draco Malfoy killing a sheep and putting blood on his door, because if the people who were immune to the last nine plagues are doing it, you don’t need to know why to copy them.
(emphasis mine)
That was just great.
(Also, not that the rationalists will say this, but to anyone thinking “this is why the Abrahamic deity was way worse in the Torah than in Christian religious texts”: Judaism doesn’t seem to have a concept of hell. Genocide bad, generation of infinite disutility infinitely worse.)
…when I saw this gifset was going around again, I did not expect it to be a branch with me in it.
(I’m glad to see my contribution was a positive factor in your decision to reblog it.)
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#Prince of Egypt #death tw #I’m going to file this under #my past self has good taste #though that tag is primarily for things that I merely liked during the previous sighting and am now reblogging for the first time
hello! I don’t know if anyone has already made a post about this before, but I just stumbled upon this app made specifically for when you’ve gone into a nonverbal anxiety attack!!!
it was made by Jeroen De Busser who is an autistic computer science student.
the app is really easy to use! all you do is open it and hand your phone to someone you need to communicate with during an attack but physically cannot, and it shows this cool little alert for the person to read, and then it takes them to an easy to use chat (that looks a lot like texting! except both of you are communicating using the same device).
the alert message is completely customizable and you can have it say whatever you need!
the app is called Emergency Chat and it’s available in the Apple Store and google play store.
I highly recommend it to anyone who might need it :)
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#interesting idea #I’m generally not too fond of the implication that in-person textual communication should be reserved for emergencies #I’d like some normalisation #but I’m probably just projecting that in this case #that excuse for communication called speech
I visited Australia once, and an imprisoned emu (in a zoo) tried to continue fighting the war by biting my jacket hood. I tried to take a photo of it, got a terrible photo, but quickly got some other visitor to photograph me with the emu behind me.
^my bad emu picture
^ me with an emu behind me
(sorry, photos don’t display hood-biting)
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#bird #emu #comic #history #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(‘casualties and losses: dignity’)
(to be clear: the speaker is me, i think this would be a hilarious way to state that i have morality!disgust towards a thing while talking to someone who would know what i meant, i try not to let the sanctity axis have the final say on actual ethical decisions [although i endorse it a fair amount] but it is still definitely there saying that [for example] addictive drugs and spying on your friends are bad)
IDK if they’ve said this to other people, but they definitely said it to me while I was discussing drug use (by other people). I was intrigued because I definitely *don’t* have a sanctity axis. I can be disgusted by something but, intuitively, it’d never occur to me to link this feeling to morality.
Who else does(n’t) have a Sanctity Axis?
(BTW: I consider spying on people to be a bad idea for perfectly normal rule-utilitarian reasons.)
I excised mine with fire.
(I did this by trying to excise my entire sense of disgust, which didn’t fully work and probably wasn’t a good idea anyway. If you do want to get rid of your sanctity axis, I recommend asking ozymandias271 about it for safer methods.)
…why would I want to self-modify away my sanctity axis?
I know not to write legislation or start an activist group with it, but most of the things that it thinks are disgusting and wrong are things that I should, in fact avoid.
And considering that some of the other components of my mind seem to think some obligation exists to try novel experiences, especially when opportunities to do so are rare, having something around to counterbalance that is probably good.
Cane beetles aren’t so great, but I don’t want to introduce cane toads to my brain.
As long as I can treat it as personal guidelines and not as the True Moral Law, and as long as I am willing to question its outputs if they seem too ridiculous, it seems like something I should keep.
update: I seem to have developed a purity axis about not having a purity axis. My purity axis is extremely confused about what it wants to do with this
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
what in the HECK tumblr what is this streamlined NONSENSE with the dang comments maybe we don’t want everything spick-and-span CLEAN for crying out loud give us some CHAOS give us a whole block of misaligned nonsensical reply conversations just SHOVED into every which way in the bottom of a post just BURY US IN UGLY GREY LINES we yearn for bedlam, for pandemonium, for PURE BLOGGING MAYHEM got dang it the only thing we want streamlined is our menus you put the appetizers in the FRONT and the desserts in the BACK and the reblog comments ALL OVER THE FLIPPIN’ PLACE SHEESH
or whatever it’s fine
Denny’s is Angry
that’s when you know it’s real
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #advertising
Spirit had been named for the wreckage on the red planet, the first indication that this system had once held intelligent life. Her mother had held her in her arms, brushed back the wisps of dark hair and told her she would be wise and brave and strong like the AIs that had volunteered to explore beyond the limits of their own blue world.
That was before they had had to drop the quotation marks around intelligent, of course. When they thought these ‘forms had evolved beyond the first fumbling grasps at the stars.
But Spirit had grown into and within a fascination with their creations, their history, the strange ways they chose to record themselves. While others combed through their concrete histories, the physical evidence of how they lived and laboured and laughed and loved, Spirit untangled the webs of digital information they had left behind.
It was ugly and beautiful and mostly nonsensical and riddled with painful misinformation that they had only been half aware of. And over and over again there were patterns, things that were carefully placed behind the scenes, only visible to those who would care to look for it.
She pressed her fingertips to her eyes, the light from the flickering screen of the technology she’d jury-rigged to theirs painful in comparison to the holoscreens she’d grown up with.
“I can’t work it out,” she said.
Jax beeped sympathetically.
“It’s in the code, and there must be some point, but it’s – ”
“Useless?” Jax hummed.
“Without function,” Spirit corrected. It felt less dismissive, phrased that way.
“Show me,” Jax said, and Spirit sent over the line that turned up over and over again.
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“Something they needed to remember?” Jax queries, and Spirit purses her mouth, not quite satisfied with that.