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asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: THE CARIBBEAN

The magic folk of the Caribbean are nothing if not ambitious. Raising an unplottable island out of the ocean, they retreated to their paradisiacal land whereupon they built a school of magic to pass on their knowledge. Over time, the island grew crowded, and the magical community moved away, but the school remained in operation. Surrounded by a vast blue stretch of water, students must travel via large sentient sailing ships that have been magicked to operate independently (an extremely useful enchantment during the era of piracy as the ships knew to avoid danger). In the waters surrounding the school swims an unnaturally large barracuda with magical scales that can be used as wand cores, but only when it is given willingly. There are many classes dedicated to spice magic, and foreign visitors often say the school carries a distinct aroma akin to a legion of chefs who never stop cooking. Cinnamon for friendship, ginger root for courage and strength, red chillies can fight evil or cause destruction… it becomes the unofficial anthem of the students over time because the chant aids greatly during the multitude of spice-reading exams conducted throughout the school year. 

nostalgiaultra:

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whitepeoplestealingculture:

fallen-inspiration:

theholyfoot:

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If you want to help stop child labor go here
If you want to help people escape from their current situation go here
If you want to help refugees reunite with their families go here

If you want to permanently help the people who are still living in inhumane conditions all over the globe, that grow up experiencing war, violence and discrimination, be political! Go vote, write articles, educate every single person you meet, never shut your mouth, make people aware of the fact that we are still far away from global equality, freedom and peace.  

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This is important.

This is incredibly important but PLEASE DO NOT DONATE TO LIBERTY IN NORTH KOREA THEY SPEND A VERY LARGE PORTION OF THEIR MONEY ON THEMSELVES AND NOT ACTUALLY EFFECTIVELY HELPING NORTH KOREANS.

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jawnthebaptiste:

kingjaffejoffer:

Michael Brown’s dad before the burial. 
The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture

I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.
We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.
We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.
It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans. 
We can never just be.

jawnthebaptiste:

kingjaffejoffer:

Michael Brown’s dad before the burial. 

The emotion and all of the sweat…. shit is hard to look at, even if its only a picture

I didn’t want to reblog this because it’s hard to look at, but people SHOULD see it.

We SHOULD see a father mourning his teenage son.

We SHOULD see how a killing like Mike’s can take a toll on not only a community, but a family.

It’s as easy for young black men to become martyrs as it is for them to become victims. They can never just be humans. 

We can never just be.

lookdifferentmtv:

So in love with ALL of this from Girl Code’s race episode

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juliettemarie11:

hoop love

juliettemarie11:

hoop love

That’s why I like you so much. Your heart isn’t dead.
— Albert Camus, from The Just (via violentwavesofemotion)
you bridge my senses

grapholalia:

the way i stop, breathless,
at the first sight of a waterfall glowing gold with
alchemical sunlight
is the way that your voice, your subtle vibration,
bridges my senses.
you are a force of Nature,
as an earthquake
a volcano
you destroy portions of my bodysoul
to create new mountains and valleys
to form new islands from your obsidian ruin.
life fills them, 
and the cycle starts anew.

this is what happens when love
is true.

wasiawasia:

bundleofthickness:

My favorite pictures of wasiawasia | Part 1

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