Hermione: [referring to Harry’s kiss] Well, how was it?
Harry: Wet. Well, she was sort of… crying.
Ron: That bad at it, are you?
Hermione: I’m sure Harry’s kissing is more than satisfactory. Cho spends half her time crying these days.
Ron: Think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
Hermione: Don’t you understand how she must be feeling? [Ron and Harry just stare at her] Well, obviously she’s feeling sad about Cedric, and therefore confused about liking Harry and guilty about kissing him. Conflicted because Umbridge is threatening to sack her mother from her job at the Ministry and frightened of failing her O.W.L.’s because she’s so busy worrying about everything else.
Ron: One person couldn’t feel all that. They’d explode!
Hermione: Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon!
hahahaha I love this interaction
On Thursday I was assigned a bug fix for a project that I’d only worked on sporadically before (e.g. only dependency updates and the like). I quickly found that, in order to fix bug A, I had to do thing B, because C was kinda weirdly done, and why the fuck did this dude do D? (it was actually a guy, I did a git blame.) I literally spent the entire day fixing this one tiny bug, all the while thinking, “You know, if I had written this, I would have done it completely differently. This is so ridiculous. It never even would have crossed my mind to do things this way. Why the hell would someone design an application like this? It makes no goddamn sense.”
At the end of the day, after fixing and improving about seven to eight different things, I finally figured out a way to fix the bug and actually get it out the door before the end of the day. It was pretty satisfying. I felt smug in my self-righteousness, proud of myself that I knew better.
Then just a moment ago, after days of discussion about how different people are, how differently we can all think about the same thing, how differently we would approach a situation, how differently we solve problems, and something occurred to me: the application still worked. Despite all my bitching and moaning, the piece of shit still worked, and even more importantly, it made sense in the mind of that guy.
Though, I guess the critical difference here is, that guy no longer works at the company.
Alas. Another analogy of mine proves useless in its power to lend advice.
I can’t stop watching this and giggling
Why I hate going on Facebook.
Yeah, rape culture doesn’t exist…Feel free to publicly expose these guys. They’re all potential rapists and accomplices as far as I’m concerned.
fuck all of these fuckers
"The main cause of rape is women saying no" and "women not doing as they’re told" has me legitimately frightened. But all of these people are garbage.
"Snuggle struggle lol" i feel sick.
This is disgusting. The point is, women aren’t asking for it. They’re saying no. So suck it up. Rape is in no way something to be bragging about and it doesn’t make you more manly. Fuck you.
Sons of bitches
I hate the whole “asking for it” how can you ask to RAPED. Then it’s just sex, and “women not doing as THEY’RE told” (guy has horrible grammar) dude, I can’t express how stupid and offensive you are. And one of those guys had A LITTLE GIRL PROBABLY HIS DAUGHTER AS HIS PROFILE PICTURE.
Human fucking garbage.
so fucking terrifying
Audiology, Northwestern University
this picture should have more then the amounts of notes it has, this shows us that not ever thing is “picture perfect” and that behind that smile and those eyes there is fear . So i beg you to please reblog this instead of a pair of shoes, someone smoking a blunt, and clothes … because this picture is literally worth 1,000 words
This is insanely powerful.
As someone who grew up in an abusive household, I will never fucking fail to reblog this. People pull bullshit all the time over people getting abused. They make it to where it’s covered up, the victim’s fault, or they don’t care about it. This is happening RIGHT NOW and could be happening to your own neighbor, mother, sister, brother, grandparents, teachers, mail-deliverer. Anyone. IT is a nightmare.