I'm Ellen, I like black clothes, indie/alt/punk rock from the 70s onwards, making people laugh and absolute dorks
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Hey all u little shits that still follow me lol hope ur having wonderful days my new tumblr acc once again is yragrm.tumblr follow the heck out of it if u wanna it’s mainly aesthetic and music and relatable text posts with the occasional shitpost and movie still love u all bye xxxx
Hey so my old best friend deactivated, does anyone know where I can find theinvonvenientchipmunk? We haven’t spoken for years maybe, but I wanted to talk to her again. Nothing bad happened we just drifted. Does she have a new blog? Can anyone help?
Hey guys, it’s been a while. I know a lot of you care about me so I thought I’d give you an update. My new blog is yragrm.tumblr.com so if you wanna follow it, go ahead. I’m not emo anymore, I’m not in any fandoms anymore, and I’m not an introverted bookworm anymore. I like to go to local gigs to make friends and dance and look at hot boys. Hope everyone is doing okay. I’m still here for you all if you wanna message me on my new blog. Love you lots xx
Man I feel really bad for the Tumblr Staff because I bet they aimed for Tumblr to be a cool, suavé, photographic place for artists but in reality it’s made up of hormonal teenagers who obsess over gay fictional characters, and can’t even handle the reblog button turning green to teal
Here’s information about sexual/romantic orientations and gender identities that I put together! I..I don’t do graphic design, so this isn’t that great. Also, I’m very sorry if I missed your orientation or identity or got some information wrong. Sources: (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6) Flags: (1) Top photo: (1)
Today I went with my Mam into the Black Mountains, which are a real life mountain chain in Wales and not a fantasy novel setting. She needed to double check which mountain is which colour, because that’s what happens with Welsh mountains and she’s doing a painting at the minute. (Turns out, she had the purple mountain and the lobster pink/orange mountain the wrong way around. Good job we caught it. That would have been embarrassing. She had the greens in the right places, though.)
Anyway, this involved climbing halfway up the mountain above Llanthony and then stopping for a while so she could do a preliminary watercolour, so she said I could do what I wanted in the meantime. So naturally I climbed all the way up the damn mountain I mean honestly Tumblrs what would you have done. It’s lush up there. You can see England one way and Wales the other. England is hella flat. I always forget. Wales is just mountains from there. That’s all it is. Mostly purple.
Also there were interesting plants since it was an upland peat bog and anyway I took longer than I meant to before reflecting that I should probably go back down and return to my mother. But I miss-judged? A bit? So she immediately thought I’d probably fallen off the mountain and broken my other leg.
And thus it was, Tumblrs, that as I started vaguely ambling back towards the path down, I suddenly heard my name.
Now, I don’t know how many of you have spent time in mountains? But the acoustics are weird, so you can’t tell where sounds are coming from, and that’s why it took about half a minute of looking around as someone shouted “"Elanor!” repeatedly, until they shouted “Look up!”
In my defence, when on top of a mountain, looking up is not that intuitive. But, in this case, it was the right answer. There was a hang glider above me.
“"Your Mam wants to know if you’re okay?” the hang glider asked.
“"Um,” I called back. “Yes?”
“"Okay,” the hang glider called, and it wheeled away over the mountain side.
“"She’s fine!” I heard distantly.
I have no clue how my mother managed to flag down a passing hang glider, but there we are.
Story time: I went to boarding school and one day my dad sent me a letter and told me to open it in the dining hall so I was like ??? maybe he sent something for my friends too. So I take it to dinner and open it, and it turns out it’s a card. A record-your-voice card in which my dad recorded himself yelling at the top of his lungs about how my dog pooped on the carpet. And that is the story of how my dad sent me a Howler one day.
No but just imagine if Draco had been sorted into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin
•Draco’s father being disappointed in him and neglecting him so Molly Weasley takes him in
•Hermione teaching Draco how to make muggle breakfasts at the Burrow
•Draco wrapped in a Gryffindor blanket trying to study but Harry keeps bothering him about playing Quidditch
•Draco pulling pranks with Fred and George
•Moly Weasley knitting Draco a sweater
•Harry, Ron, and Hermione protecting Draco from being bulled by the Slytherins that call him a blood traitor
•Draco yelling at Umbridge for hurting Harry
•Draco standing up for Hermione if anyone calls her a mudblood
•Draco, Ron, Harry, and Hermione being as close as the Marauders were
•Draco acting like a worried mother to Harry after his name was drawn for the Triwizard Tournament
•Draco, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry all taking their kids shopping in Diagon Alley for the new year
OKAY BUT LIKE
•Draco learning about the muggle world and hiding muggle stuff from his parents
•Draco bringing home Gryffindor posters and banners and putting them up in his room with a Permanent Sticking Charm despite his parents being mad
•Draco running away from his horrible family and going to live with the Weasleys
•Draco BASICALLY DOING WHAT SIRIUS DID
Okay but Narcissa
Narcissa, who loved her son enough to protect Harry and lie to Voldemort’s face
Getting into an awkward friendship with Molly - imagine the two of them wordlessly heading out for tea when Arthur and Lucius get into it in the bookstore.
Narcissa learning about how her son’s friend is treated at home and marching straight into the Dursley’s to do what Dumbledore wouldn’t (because really, Narcissa Malfoy is not a woman one defies and she will not play nice)
Narcissa, quietly pretending, spying on Death Eaters not because of possessive obsession with a dead woman but for the son she loves and his friends she’s learned to love
Imagine if Narcissa’s love for Draco made her defy Voldemort so much earlier, made her see the folly of her ways, made all the difference in Chamber Of Secrets and Order Of The Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince and a hundred small moments
