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BEAUXBATON’S ACADEMY OF MAGIC 

Thought to be situated somewhere in the Pyrenees, visitors speak of the breath-taking beauty of a chateau surrounded by formal gardens and lawns created out of the mountainous landscape by magic. Beauxbatons Academy has a preponderance of French students, though Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, Luxembourgians and Belgians also attend in large numbers. It is said that the stunning castle and grounds of this prestigious school were part-funded by alchemist gold, for Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel met at Beauxbatons in their youth, and a magnificent fountain in the middle of the school’s park, believed to have healing and beautifying properties, is named for them.


Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gills. When life gets you down do you wanna know what you’ve gotta do?  J u s t  k e e p  s w i m m i n g.



Dylan O’Brien, Kaya Scodelario and Will Poulter for Lenny Gilmore

Dylan O’Brien, Kaya Scodelario and Will Poulter for Lenny Gilmore


gypsylovinlight:

(via Fraser Baye)

gypsylovinlight:

(via Fraser Baye)


ph. Evgeniya Boyarskaya


ctrayn:

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

i am so tired of seeing all of these relatable text posts pasted onto tv show screencaps i need summer to end so some of you dont have the free time to be doing stuff like this anymore

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People will stare. Make it worth their while → Stéphane Rolland Haute Couture | F/W ‘12-‘13

People will stare. Make it worth their while → Stéphane Rolland Haute Couture | F/W ‘12-‘13



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petrichorlore:

mythandrists:

MONSTERS AND MAGIC | The Decadent Intellectuals

None of them really seems to read much anymore. For intellectuals, they’re awfully lazy - light on the books, heavy on the alcohol. Post-intellectuals might be a better term for it, or so the professor obsessed with terminology might argue. But isn’t that just another way to prolong the ennui?
That’s the problem with intellectualism. Reasoned discourse turns meta, turns into meta of meta. Knowledge becomes an assumption. You stop being able to pinpoint where exactly you learned what. You forget to source your content. You end up spending long weekends on the river, wine-hazed and trying to remember how that sonnet ends, the one about the Bacchantes becoming the night.
You’ll never be a Bacchante, not in this culture. Go on. Keep critiquing; keep running logical circles around your own personality. It’s your life to waste.


#we can say this is inspired by tsh but really it’s also the goldfinch; the magicians; #frankie landau-banks; the angel’s game; the riot club #the emperor’s club; dead poet’s society; kill your darlings #i could go on #this is quickly becoming the most popular trope in media written and consumed primarily by white people #it’s almost as if white people hate having privilege but aren’t willing to give it up; we’ve become meta-privileged#we’ve started writing media that treats privilege like a terrible affliction of the soul #as if being born into privilege dooms us to ennui and decadence; as if that means we’re actually not privileged#so we romanticise the decay of our society because we’re unwilling to confront it #and that’s terrible #and that’s why this is part of a series about monsters #because this trope contains no monsters and all humans; and humans are so much worse when they have nothing holding them back#this trope is why we need monsters (mythandrists)

petrichorlore:

mythandrists:

MONSTERS AND MAGIC | The Decadent Intellectuals

None of them really seems to read much anymore. For intellectuals, they’re awfully lazy - light on the books, heavy on the alcohol. Post-intellectuals might be a better term for it, or so the professor obsessed with terminology might argue. But isn’t that just another way to prolong the ennui?

That’s the problem with intellectualism. Reasoned discourse turns meta, turns into meta of meta. Knowledge becomes an assumption. You stop being able to pinpoint where exactly you learned what. You forget to source your content. You end up spending long weekends on the river, wine-hazed and trying to remember how that sonnet ends, the one about the Bacchantes becoming the night.

You’ll never be a Bacchante, not in this culture. Go on. Keep critiquing; keep running logical circles around your own personality. It’s your life to waste.

#we can say this is inspired by tsh but really it’s also the goldfinch; the magicians; #frankie landau-banks; the angel’s game; the riot club #the emperor’s club; dead poet’s society; kill your darlings #i could go on #this is quickly becoming the most popular trope in media written and consumed primarily by white people #it’s almost as if white people hate having privilege but aren’t willing to give it up; we’ve become meta-privileged#we’ve started writing media that treats privilege like a terrible affliction of the soul #as if being born into privilege dooms us to ennui and decadence; as if that means we’re actually not privileged#so we romanticise the decay of our society because we’re unwilling to confront it #and that’s terrible #and that’s why this is part of a series about monsters #because this trope contains no monsters and all humans; and humans are so much worse when they have nothing holding them back#this trope is why we need monsters (mythandrists)


partybarackisinthehousetonight:

ya know that kid whos at the arcade and is just watching the demo for a game but they’re pressing the buttons like they’re playing?? well that’s how i’m handling adulthood so far



joshpeck:

when someone tells me to calm down when i’m talking about things i’m passionate about

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(Outlander Recap)