I am trying to figure out how to actually do a travel journal and it seems like the sort of thing I should work out in advance, except my handwriting is terrible so anything I do is going to need major edits afterward anyway.
And then I got a book on artist travel journals and they are all these terrifyingly glorious things done in Moleskines and even though I KNOW they are picking the best images and not the pages that were like three lines and a doodle of a chicken, but that doesn’t help me because ALL my pages are basically three lines and a doodle of a chicken.
But hey, it’s all digital anyway and my sketchbooks aren’t objects d’art, so I just scanned the doodles and began transcribing my panicky jottings. And it came out like this.
So this is my aftermarket version of what I was scrawling in my sketchbook today. And yes, internet, I am fully aware that you cannot get rabies from a toilet seat.
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
Question: Why can one not Finite Incantatem death when it has been magically caused?
Finite works on most things, does it not? Undoes a Transfiguration, undoes enchantments, charms, hexes, jinxes, at least to a point. Where Finite does not work there is a counter curse, counter jinx, counter spell in some form.
Question: Why is there no such thing for Avada Kedavra?
Because, you see, if there was, it would not truly be death. Death is not an effect, it is a state of being. To kill the soul must be torn from the body, and how can that be undone? A soul torn free must pass on, or linger as a fragmented ghost of memory, and a soul torn free cannot return to the body.
Death, you see, is not an effect. It is a state of being. It can be held off, but when it arrives, and we each of us shuffle off this mortal coil, it is final.
— Excerpt from Revised Dark Arts: Theory of the Dark by Oscar Jefferson.
Ah, wizard separatism. Dude needs to talk to some Muggles about resuscitation.
(Well, I suppose this might be set in a time before Muggles started figuring out some of the more basic death-reversals, but this is the sort of thing that even a modern-day wizard separatist might say.)
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#Harry Potter #my father was dead once #he got better
Blackish Nightjar is a relatively small dark nightjar, well named for its predominantly blackish plumage; this coloration provides good camouflage against this nightjar’s preferred microhabitat of granite rock outcroppings in forest clearings and along trails.
This preference means that the species is regularly encountered by ornithologists and birdwatchers, because the species is comparatively easier to find day roosting than many other nightjars in the Neotropics. Blackish Nightjar plumage also lacks any collared effect.
This species occurs from eastern Colombia across much of Amazonian Brazil, north to southern Venezuela and the Guianas, and south to Bolivia, and from sea level to approximately 1200 m.
Due to its undoubted abundance, the breeding biology of Blackish Nightjar is better known than many other Neotropical nightjars.
Bold Spirit! who art free to rove Among the starry courts of Jove And oft in splendour dost appear Embodied to poetic eyes While traversing this nether sphere Where Mortals call thee
Brinens and Things 