IF IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG DAY, YOU ARE ‘WEARY’. IF SOMEONE IS ACTING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU SUSPICIOUS, YOU ARE ‘WARY’.
ALL IN ‘DUE’ TIME, NOT ‘DO’ TIME
‘PER SE’ NOT ‘PER SAY’
THANK YOU
BREATHE – THE VERB FORM IN PRESENT TENSE
BREATH – THE NOUN FORM
THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE
WANDER – TO WALK ABOUT AIMLESSLY
WONDER – TO THINK OF IN A DREAMLIKE AND/OR WISTFUL MANNER
THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE (but one’s mind can wander)
DEFIANT – RESISTANT DEFINITE – CERTAIN
WANTON – DELIBERATE AND UNPROVOKED ACTION (ALSO AN ARCHAIC TERM FOR A PROMISCUOUS WOMAN)
WONTON – IT’S A DUMPLING THAT’S ALL IT IS IT’S A FUCKING DUMPLING
BAWL- TO SOB/CRY
BALL- A FUCKING BALL
YOU CANNOT “BALL” YOUR EYES OUT
AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT “SIKE”; IT’S “PSYCH”. AS IN “I PSYCHED YOU OUT”; BECAUSE YOU MOMENTARILY MADE SOMEONE BELIEVE SOMETHING THAT WASN’T TRUE.
THANK YOU.
*slams reblog*
IT’S ‘MIGHT AS WELL’. ‘MIND AS WELL’ DOES NOT MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE.
IT’S NOT ‘COULD OF’, THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE WHATSOEVER. IT’S ‘COULD HAVE’. SAME APPLIES TO ‘SHOULD HAVE’.
And this is why my students look at me as though I’m the devil when I try to tell them that no i’m not lying this really is a thing
IT’S ‘COULDN’T CARE LESS’ NOT ‘COULD CARE LESS’ IF YOU COULD CARE LESS THAT MEANS YOU CARE
VOILA – ROUGHLY TRANSLATES AS “LOOK AT THAT” (VOI-LA)
VIOLA – AN INSTRUMENT SIMILAR TO THE VIOLIN
WALLAH – MEANINGLESS GIBBERISH AND YOU JUST MADE SOMEONE CRY
HOW ABOUT THESE?
CLOTH – A PIECE OF MATERIAL LIKE COTTON
CLOTHE – TO PUT CLOTHES ON SOMEONE
CLOTHES – THE THINGS TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE NOT NAKED
ALSO IT’S FREAKING “REIN IN YOUR EMOTIONS” LIKE WHAT YOU WOULD DO TO A HORSE NOT “REIGN IN YOUR EMOTIONS” BECAUSE THAT IS THE TIME OF A RULING FOR ROYALTY THE IDIOM IS BASED OFF OF HORSE STUFF!
oh we doing this?? bet!
fiancé/fiancée are loan words from french and are therefore gendered (yeah i know it sucks, blame latin). the former is masculine, so used for male/masc people. femmes use the latter.
in the same vein, widow = femme, widower = masc
(sorry, i’m not currently aware of any gender neutral terms for either of the above terms except maybe betrothed or affianced for engaged people or the bereaved for the Left Behind, but they sound so horribly outdated so idk)
speaking of veins!
vein = blood vessel that carries blood back to the heart, or, in the way i used it above, having a distinctive style or tendency
vain = self-absorbed, conceited
conceited = self-absorbed, vain
conceded = withdrew, gave up, forfeited (i.e., “conceded the point”)
ancestors = those who came before (harriet tubman is my ancestor)
descendants = those who came after (i am a descendant of harriet tubman)
supine = face up, prone = face down
affect = to impact or change (or, in a psychological context, one’s expression of emotion as demonstrated through facial expression, tone of voice, or body language)
effect = the result of a change (or, in verb form, to influence, as in “to effect change”)
preceded = went before (”she preceded him into the room” means she went into the room before he did)
proceeded (i happen to loathe this word but whatever, it’s my issue) = to move forward or to begin or continue a course of action (”she proceeded to jump” is a horrible and jarring way–my issue, sorry–to say she began to jump)
rein = to curb, as in “rein in your emotions”
reign = to rule, like a king (also, a ruler’s period of rule, i.e., beyoncé’s reign is far from over)
shudder = like a shiver, usu. in revulsion or fear
shutter = to close, as in a business when it’s bankrupt. also, a type of window covering
bear with me = be patient with me (alternatively, there is a large ursine animal with me)
bare with me = naked with me
“no one” is two words
so is “a lot”
it is “deep-seated,” not “deep seeded.” the latter applies to gardening.
it was mentioned above, sort of, but the abbreviation of could have is “could’ve.” see also “should’ve,” and “would’ve.”
crap i forgot:
discreet = inconspicuous, low key
discrete = separate, individual
WRITERS THIS IS FOR YALL
Drawer = box insert in furniture that holds items
Draw = verb that can mean to create a picture or to pull something behind you
TAUNT = to tease or goad
TAUT = without any slack or give; drawn tight
TAUGHT = the past tense of “teach”
Fabric, muscles, skin, etc. are not “taught” or “taunt” – they’re taut
And, while we’re on the “aw” sound….
FLAUNT = to show off in an obvious or gaudy manner
FLOUT = to scorn or deride
You don’t “flout” good looks, talent, or money – you “flaunt” them.
AND
While this should probably have its own post because it’s a phrase and not a single word, and is just flat-out wrong instead of a homonym or spelling error, I’m just gonna piggyback it on this one, since it’s making the rounds.
“CROCODILE TEARS” DOES NOT MEAN HUGE, ROUND, FAT TEARS. IT MEANS FAKE, INSINCERE TEARS.Ihave NO idea how fandom got this so wrong and spread it around, but I see it in a LOT of fanfiction.
A man has blond or brunet hair.
A woman has blonde or brunette hair.
They’re French loan words with genders. An “e” at the end means it’s feminine. No “e?” Masculine.
You POUR milk over cereal. Or rain might pour from the sky.
You PORE over something you’re studying closely, like a book or a map. You might also pick at your pores in the mirror.
If your character wants to lie down in bed, he lies down in the present tense, and he lay down if it happened in the past.
Lied applies only to telling a lie, in the past. “I lied when I said I had ten thousand a year.”
In the present, you would lay your belongings down someplace… or set or place them. If you forgot where your gloves were, you would ask if someone recalled where you laid your gloves.
Skip “lain”, unless you really, really need that participle.
If I may add-
THERE: a place, or a gesture in indicate the exsistance of something.
“Her wallet is over there,”
“There are seven candies left”
THEIR: a possession, or used in titles
“Their book is on the table”
“How are Their Majesties?”
THEY’RE: a contraction of they are
“They’re filling water balloons in the back”
(They are filling water balloons in the back)
THESE ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE.
I have a good one. PLEASE REMEMBER IT’S A BOWL OF SOUP.
YOU DO NOT WANT TO EAT A BOWEL OF SOUP.
A PART = A FRACTION OF A WHOLE (“I HAVE SEEN A PART OF THAT MOVIE”)
APART = SEPARATE (“THE CITIES ARE 2 MILES APART”), OR EXCEPT (“WE’RE ALL GOING, APART FROM BOB BECAUSE HE HAS WORK”)
APART OF <–NOT A THING. STOP SAYING IT.
A LOT = A LARGE AMOUNT/A GREAT DEAL (“I LIKE THIS SHOW A LOT”)
ALLOT = TO GIVE/APPORTION (“WE WILL ALLOT EQUAL TIME FOR EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THEIR EXAM”)
(hey tumblr please don’t delete the previous people’s comments like you did the last time i added someone’s tags to a post mmkay)
No but that’s actually so clever okay like the people who live in the castle would get a general idea of the patterns and how to move around efficiently but like for anyone planning on attacking it would be impossible to infiltrate like how the hell do I attack the headmaster when I can’t even find the bathroom why the fuck am I in a chemistry supply closet okay these stairs went to the main hall but now I’m on my way to the broom closets holy fucking shit fuck leonard SAID the dorm was on the left of the three headed hippogriff but I’m here and it’s just a painting of a man with a donkey face is this a fucikgin joke leonard do you think this is funny because it’snot. its not okay siri how the hell do i get to the nearest anything “here is: the nearest painting” like fuck you siri
actually considering all this, the changing floorplan probably worked exactly as designed when it came to the battle of hogwarts in the late 90′s. the invasion was towards the end of the term, so the students, especially the renegade students in hiding, had the full term to master getting around the school quickly, quietly, and efficiently. the invading deatheaters were generally their parents’s ages, and hadn’t been back to hogwarts in several decades, if they’d even attended at all. so, while the adult invaders easily outmatched the adolescent defenders in strength and skill, hogwarts was a lethal maze to the deatheaters, while it was home to the kids.
Lily Potter sat on her bed with a piece of folded up parchmentin front of her. She had finally nicked the map from her where her brother,James, kept it hidden. Lily had spent an entire summer looking and she’d almostgiven up until she realized the Halloween feast tonight would keep everyonebusy for a few hours. As much as she hadn’t wanted to skip the feast, shecouldn’t pass up the opportunity to nick the map. It was a good thing too.James, probably less concerned than usual about the map’s safety now that hewas busy snogging his new girlfriend all the time. Either that, or he’d rushedoff to stuff his face at the Halloween feast and not bothered to hide itproperly. Lily snickered, his knickers drawer, really?
She’d known about the map, of course, since James firstnicked it from their Dad’s office during his first Christmas break home fromHogwarts. They had overheard their Uncle George talking to Dad about it,
although Lily had a sneaking suspicion that maybe Uncle George had wanted them to learn about it because
she was quite sure his eyes had flickered towards their hiding spot on the
stairs. James was the only one at Hogwarts then, so she hadn’t minded much when
he’d been the one to find it. It wasn’t of any use to her. Now, though, she
felt she deserved a chance to pull some pranks of her own without the worry of
being caught. Not to mention the secret passage ways to Hogsmeade would be
great to have access to.
Now, if only she could remember how James had accessed it. He’d
certainly bragged about figuring it out enough. Lily swore at herself for
deciding to ignore his bragging, she could only remember how to close the map. That
wasn’t helpful at the moment though. She hesitated, holding her wand above the
old parchment, then tried the first thing that came to mind.
“Open,” Nothing. Lily mentally rolled her eyes at herself, that
had been a stupid guess. Who in their right mind would make it that easy to get
in?
“Please show me Hogwarts?” Again, nothing.
“I have things to manage?” That was a stupid variation on
how to close the map, but Lily didn’t know what else to do but try anything
that popped into her head. She was not going to give this back to James after
finally getting ahold of it.
Thirty minutes later Lily was running out of ways to try and
open the map. What was the point of going to the trouble of getting the map if
she couldn’t use it? She was mindlessly tapping her wand on the parchment out
of irritation.
“Oh come on, I just want to pull a few pranks without
getting caught–Oh!”
To her surprise words
started to form on the page.
Mr. Moony offers his
compliments to whoever is wanting to create some mischief, but must sadly
inform them that unless you swear we can’t share.
Mr. Wormtail solemnly
agrees, it’s such a shame they won’t be able to manage.
Mr. Padfoot would like
to point out that even if they were up to no good, they couldn’t out-prank the
Marauders. We are the Kings at this school.
Mr. Prongs agrees and
wonders who might possibly be trying to swear they are up to no good?
Lily was stunned, this was the oddest map ever. The words
started to fade and she quickly tapped the map again, deciding to just go with
it.
“Lily, my name is Lily.”
Lily?
The writing seemed to almost hesitate, then started up again
as her name faded away.
Mr. Moony is wondering
why Lily would be pulling a prank?
Mr. Wormtail thinks
Mr. Prongs is sharing things he aught not to be
Mr. Padfoot thinks Mr.
Prongs is trying to impress Miss Prongs and deserves a detention cleaning
bedpans in the Hospital Wing, the prat.
Mr. Prongs thinks Mr.
Padfoot is a git and is sure Lily could pull a prank if she was serious.
Mr. Padfoot thinks
there’s a strong possibility that Miss Prongs is, in fact, not serious.
Mr. Moony would like
to share his disapproval in Mr. Padfoot’s poor taste in jokes.
Now she was really confused. She felt like she was being
discussed by people–not even people, but a map!– as if she weren’t in the room!
Lily tried not to feel insulted, she could pull a prank better than almost anyone.
Kings? She may as well call herself Queen then. After all, everyone knows who
really runs things in a kingdom. She’d learned from James, after all, and
watched out all the ways he got caught. Lily almost never got caught, not to
mention that she’d perfected the art of talking her way out of trouble. And if
she could just figure out how to open this map, there would be no more
obstacles to trying to out-do James.
“I pull amazing pranks!” she said indignantly while tapping
the map again, before reminding herself she was getting huffy with a map.
Mr. Padfoot is sure
Miss Prongs can pull pranks now since apparently Mr. Prongs wants to assist her
with our secrets.
Mr. Moony wonders if
Miss Prongs should focus on her homework instead?
Mr. Wormtail wonders
if Mr. Prongs is thinking with his head?
Mr. Prongs would like
to inform everyone he has no idea what they are talking about.
Mr. Padfoot would like
to kindly ask his best mate to come off it, and thinks Mr. Prongs is trying to
hard to win Miss Prongs over.
Miss Prongs? Win her over? What the actual hell was going
on? Lily was starting to think maybe the magic on the map was starting to wear
off. After all, it had been her dad’s while he was at school, and her Uncle’s
before that. And it sounded like these people had made the map, and who knows how
long ago that was. She looked down to see three different handwritings that all
seemed very busy picking on the one called Mr. Prongs while continuously
referring to her as Miss Prongs, which seemed to be a running joke. She signed,
if he was being singled out then she guessed she should probably use that to
her advantage. Boys were always so obvious.
“Mr. Prongs, I, Lily, request assistance opening the map,”
she made herself sound as confident as possible. The written argument between
the four of them stopped mid scroll and faded.
Mr. Padfoot wants Mr.
Prongs to know he’s going to break his broomstick the next time he sees him.
Mr. Prongs would like
Lily to know she can always ask him for help.
Mr. Moony would like
to inform Mr. Prongs that he’s pathetic.
Mr. Wormtail agrees
that Mr. Prongs is…up to no good.
Mr. Padfoot thinks Mr.
Wormtail should shut his fat mouth
Lily grinned, “I swear I am!” only the handwriting from Mr.
Prongs appeared after that.
Do you solemnly swear?
“I solemnly swear! I solemnly swear I’m up to no good!” Lily
almost yelled, laughing triumphantly as the map blossomed over the pages like
watercolor with hundreds of labels in the Great Hall. It was obvious why James was
so keen to keep this nearby.
“Bloody hell, this is fantastic!” She wanted to jump up and
down like a five year old at Christmas. Once she had calmed herself down she
watched the map until the giant mass of students in the Great Hall began to
disperse towards the four Common Rooms.
Reluctantly tapped the paper and whispered “Mischief
managed.”
Of course she would be sharing this with her friends
tomorrow, but for tonight she just wanted to keep the victory to herself. There
was something about the map that she felt almost drawn to. It was silly, she
thought, to be affectionate towards a map, but here she was, grinning like she
just made a new friend. Climbing into her bed, she drew her wand one last time
for the night, and tapped the map.
“Thanks Mr. Prongs, you’re the best.”
Lily felt a bit stupid, but she did owe him. Whoever he was.
However this charm worked, the person who cast it trusted her for some reason.
She wondered vaguely why as tucked the map away where she was sure her brother
wouldn’t look. Not that it mattered much, she thought. As far as she knew,
there was no way for him to get up to the girls’ dormitories. She smiled into
her pillow, all the while missing the last message scrawled across the paper,
fading into nothing.
(( OOC: Finally got around to making the gifs for the dare, thanks to everyone who tried to rectify my mistake. 😉 This is what happens when you forget to record the thing.
Also… the official hobbit dance is now the Pee-Wee-Herman dance.
I’m sorry, how have I read JK’s Sirius and James prequel so many times and never noticed this?? are you telling me that the Order had t-shirts? this is canon?? they were a secret organization created to fight the most powerful dark wizard of all time and they hAD T-SHIRTS? this?? is?? canon????
and if this was the case then there was no way that it wasn’t James and Sirius’ idea. and you better believe that Peter and Lily have some that they wear around the house. and they forced one on Remus and he refuses to wear it at meetings but he takes it on overnight missions with him to remind him of the boys. and James accidentally gets Lily one that’s about four sizes too big but she wears it anyway because “whatever, it’s maternity”.
tbh they probably gave one to Dumbledore too so just stop for a minute and imagine Albus Dumbledore wearing a rock band looking t-shirt to an Order of the Phoenix meeting and just nodding at James and Sirius and their matching shirts like “potter. black. lovely choice of wardrobe today”
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