NOTHING is funnier to me than the fact that Dumbledore literally designed the PERFECT protection for the Philosopher’s Stone but still let the McGonagall enchant a giant chess set and Snape make a Legend of Zelda puzzle purely for the DRAMA of it all. And y’all say Dumbledore wasn’t ever visibly gay.
Dumbledore when Snape and McGonagall came to him with their suggestions, knowing FULL WELL how unnecessary they were:
Flitwick, approaching nervously: Dumbledore, I heard that Snape and McGonagall are helping, and I’d like to design a –
Dumbledore: – a room filled with enchanted keys.
Flitwick: – a room filled with enchanted keys!
Dumbledore:
Sprout: how about a room full of devils snare?
Dumbledore:
Hagrid: I also happen to have this three headed dog that I-well it’s not important where it came from, but he could help guard the stone too maybe?
Idk Clarice, maybe we’re just tired, and life is uncertain, and we like the idea of a stable husband with a steady job and a big dog and his own place away from all the loud, shapeshifting-kink party gods.
– Persephone ghost wrote this.
Hades is a rapist
plz don’t romanticize a god whose most important mythological role was as a kidnapper and rapist
He didn’t rape her, actually. For a moment, let’s entertain that the most commonly studied version of their story (titled The Rape of Persephone) is the correct one. In that context, the word Rape doesn’t refer to an actual sexual assault. It refers to a loss of innocence. When Persephone was taken to the underworld, she left her sheltered and controlled life and began to see things as they really were. Demeter is the definition of a helicopter parent, and because of that Persephone was naive and too trusting. Her time in the underworld kind of showed her that she needed to grow up, take charge of her own life and power, and through the process she fell in love with Hades.
However, that’s not the only version of the story, and ones that predate it, state that Persephone not only seduced Hades, But went down to the underworld willingly-and ate the seeds knowing full well that it would bind her to the underworld. If anything, she did it at insurance to ensure that her mother couldn’t force her to stay up above by threatening to kill the mortals. There are also other stories that say that Demeter wasn’t Persephone’s real mother, and that she was actually the child of Zeus and a nymph who resided in the River Styx, meaning she had been the queen of the underworld all along and had been restored to her rightful throne.
Let’s also remember that Persephone is a GODDESS. not a poor defenseless maiden. Had she defied Hades, he would have backed off. He may be a King, but given her power and will, she would not have let him boss her around and force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
So no, Hades isn’t a rapist. His brothers are, but not him. Can we stop acting like that horrible version is the gospel and make an effort to study the other ones please?
He’s, like the coolest god around the Greek mythology (most of “pure blood” gods are assholes), that’s why despite it being a great movie I resent a bit Disney’s Hercules. It shows him as a villain just because he’s the ogd of the underworld, and that’s bad, and Zeus as a caring and loving father, while at least half of the problem in greek mythology could’ve been prevented if Zeus and company could keep their dicks in their own pants.
that reply farther up, his ‘most
important mythological role’ was being a kidnapper and rapist, are you serious?? Are you actually… i cant even put into words how infuriatingly willfully ignorant that response is
Other Nostril: They have taken the bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes, drums… drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow lurks in the dark. We can not get out… they are coming.
also. reliably every year there’s a motion to raise the wage of congressional staff and reliably. a republican gets up and shoots it down. with his staff standing behind him
when you feel alone and work is overwhelming just remember that you’re a part of someone’s best memories. no dialogue just your presence, in exploring somewhere new, a reassuring smile and support you gave, or in lots of laughter and sun. it helps the days feel worth more, even if today felt like it didn’t count, it did. you exist in so many ways you can’t measure.
Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.
Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.
This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.
SCIENCE
thank you
this is one of the best comments this post has recieved
I have witnessed:
Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”
Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”
A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”
Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.
Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”
Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.
A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.
I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…
Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.
– I have had a professor buy a huge fuckoff bottle of rum during fieldwork in Costa Rica and let the undergrads get wasted because “you’re not underage in Costa Rica and we’ll be up all night with the bats anyway!”
– Same professor hung a bat from her headlamp and wore it as a decoration for an entire night.
– A whole swarm of older women – and these are women with PhDs and world-renown bat experts, the bigwigs – all, to a woman, go to the formal charity dinner at an international research symposium in Toronto in late October dressed in skimpy Batgirl costumes. Because Halloween was that weekend, you see.
– At a different conference, a professor get blackout drunk and pass out on the side of the road.
– “Yeah, we have to say we did it properly for the grant but to be really honest, Miracle-gro works better.”
– Teaching lab: we had liquid nitrogen for a demo, and after class the professor, the other TA, and I spent a good two hours freezing and breaking things in it.
a chemistry class begins with 30 students nine months later just six of us left sitting on tables dipping paper into contaminated chemicals to see what happens when we burn it teacher making idle suggestions while he marks our work
“go to the fume hood thing, yeah now put some potassium in chlorine” can i burn the results sir? “fuck it sure whatever its tainted anyway”
The prof I’m working for just asked me if I knew how to pick a lock, and when I responded “yes” she replied, “see, this is why I hire the former delinquents instead of the suck-ups. You’re actually useful.”
I then let her into her office.
“Security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit.” I would bet anything this has happened to Dr. Medievalist.
Semi-related non-academic anecdote: The concert hall security guys tried to throw out our violone player in between performances this spring because they thought he was a homeless guy. Despite the fact that he was wearing concert black… and carrying a violone. There is no more obvious instrument.
One of my English Professors admitted that sometimes “you just have to do a soliloquy” and would phone up the main office of the department on the internal phoneline to recite a Shakespearean monologue at them. No greeting, no warning, just “To be or not to be”.
every time i read this stuff i think about how upset vulcans would be to meet earth’s greatest scientific minds
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