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Hi! My group of friends and I are all Syltherin and I saw this page. I was wondering if you could do an analysis for Syltherin Chow Dog and Slytherin Doe. It's the only ones not on your master list.

I would be happy to! Though I still have several more Pottermore Patronuses to analyze for my Slytherin cohorts: rattlesnake, leopard, and black mamba are the next three on my list.

Dogs in general are associated with protection, devotion, and bravery. Chow Chows, native to China and one of the oldest dog breeds in the world, are most associated with the first of those traits, as they were the models for the guardian “Foo dogs” that guard many Buddhist temples and palaces. Its Chinese name translates to “puffy-lion dog,” and like lions the dogs have been known to be aggressive. They are incredibly protective of their owners, even compared to other dogs.

Having a Chow Chow as your Patronus means you find comfort in protecting. You are a territorial and authoritative sort – you don’t want anyone laying a foul hand on your things or your friends and family, and you have a bite more than venomous enough to ensure no one does. You are very in-tune and enamored with your heritage, which is very appropriate for a Slytherin, as well as noble of spirit. You take great satisfaction being a guardian to your interests and will fight for them with all of your fire. Should you ever come to a dead-end leading to certain doom, this Patronus will bound out of your wand, its posture majestically tall and its teeth fiercely bared. It will protect you until you remember the power you feel in protecting the ones you love…and then rise to likewise protect yourself, the thing your loved ones cherish most.

Deer are peaceful creatures who were once sacred to the Greco-Roman Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis/Diana. While stags are generally associated with heraldry, does are symbolic of gentility, vigilance, determination, and virginity.

Having a Doe as your Patronus means you find comfort in grace – not physical grace, but the kind you find in true nobility. You are a loyal friend who does not give your devotion blindly or change your allegiance easily. Like many other Slytherins, you have a code of honor that is strictly your own, but that you will always obey. You are likely more grounded in your code than many of your more flexible compatriots, and you likely have a very level temper. It’s very hard to get a rise out of you (not unlike a certain Hogwarts professor who shares your Patronus). Should you ever find yourself falling in the never-ending, chaotic spiral of despair, your Patronus will come for you. It will stride silently toward you, becoming a constant star in the endless blackness, and as you stare into its silvery white eyes, you will see yourself, standing straight and tall with a grace you didn’t know you even had. And then suddenly you’ll realize…you actually are standing that tall, at that very moment.

~Tory

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random fire nation diplomat #492 will never understand the complex and fucked up relationship between the water siblings like I do 🙄

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Zuko having a connection to the spirit world but instead of it being something deep and profound, it’s just because he spent three years pre-finding the avatar running towards the first weird magical shit he saw.

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Role swap au where Zuko was the Avatar who got frozen for a hundred years, so when he’s rescued from the ice instead of a goofy twelve year old Katara catches this mysterious teenager with long hair and a cool scar and a fucking DRAGON

Katara: BOY???? HOT BOY?????? HOT TEENAGE BOY?????????

Zuko: *speaks*

Katara: nevermind I hate him

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Au where the water tribes can turn into selkies, and they don’t have to be a bender to do so. It’s also a closely guarded secret from the other kingdoms.

One day, whilst fishing for the village, Sokka gets caught in the net of a fire nation ship. Unsurprisingly, they take him prisoner. Surprisingly, the scarred boy on the ship wants to let him go. It’s only when his uncle insists he wants to study Sokka that Zuko relents on the promise no harm comes to him, ( because let’s face it, Zukos a softie when it comes to animals and Sokka is half seal enough for his conscience to be heard).  Sokka stays because if he just got out his tub and walked to the sea the firebenders would realise his tribes secret, so he has to somehow find a way to crawl, or guilt the prince enough, to let him go. 

Then one day this air bender kid is brought to Zuko’s room. Little does Sokka know he’s the avatar and his sister is up top helping him escape. While Katara goes off with the Avatar, Sokka is with Zuko chasing the Avatar and an ‘annoying girl’ and comes to actually care for the weird prince.

It’s not really a captured tale since Sokka is sort of there voluntarily, he could just walk out at any time.

kofi link is on my page

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There's an upsetting post going around from Instagram or Facebook (I think it's intentionally upsetting) about how a dude asked his vet what the saddest thing they went through was and they responded that whenever owners don't stay for euthanasia the pets last thing it does is frantically look around for it's owner. This is really causing my anxiety and invasive thoughts to skyrocket picturing that happening when my dogs time comes. I don't think I could handle sitting in...

You mean this one:

There was a similar post a year or so ago, basically attempting to shame pet owners who chose not to stay and watch as their pet was put to sleep. This current tweet seems to be someone who is just trying to deal with their own imminent grief in their own way, but has captured the attention of the internet for some reason.

I still feel the same way about tweets like this. While I would also disagree with the ‘facts’ presented in the tweet, I feel it’s rather a dick move to guilt pet owners who are already grieving.

In my experience the majority of owners want to stay in the room, and pets without their owners are rarely ‘frantic’ other than those with known separation anxiety. Most are too worn out or sick to really be fussed, some watch the door close and then divert their attention to the next available human. Some are actually more distressed by seeing their human in distress and are calmer without them.

Grief is intensely personal, and people have all kinds of reasons for making the choices they do. And I’m not going to judge any of them at the end. I said it last time, and I’ll say it again now:

The industry doesn’t need vets to be douche bags or guilt people into traumatic experiences. Grief is personal, how we cope is personal and another person has no right to judge. 

And the hardest part of my job isn’t putting animals to sleep. The hardest part is knowing you have the skills and knowledge to help, to heal, to save… but being prevented from doing so because the owner tells you not to. This moral distress is the hardest part, not providing the release of death where it’s most needed.

I don’t think the person who made the tweet, or the quoted vet, meant any ill-will with their words, and it’s probably dramatized for the internet, but most vets are going to respect someone’s grief and not judge them for the personal decisions made at the end of life, and for the aftercare of that patient.

You will do what’s right for you and your pets, and anyone who judges you for such personal details when you’re trying to do the right thing can fight me.

Additional: I’d saved this tweet, without context, onto my desktop for this post. And the Long Suffering Boyfriend found it and read it.

I was woken by his sobs in the other room, I genuinely thought he was in pain.

All because he recalled pets as a child and a teenager that he wasn’t there for, and imagined them ‘frantically looking’ and I assured him that this was highly unlikely to be the case. Sure they watch people leave the room, but you give them a moment to watch, maybe a treat and a cuddle, and tell them how they are a good dog/cat and so loved as their last moment, none of this ‘frantic’ business.

So screw this tweet, this adding guilt to the grieving, in particular.

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To dogs, humans are almost-immortal beings with powers beyond wonder. Write me a story as if dogs were the main characters of an epic fantasy, and humans were their eternal guardians.

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Dogs are man’s best friend. But this alliance between humans and canines didn’t always exist. Write about the wolf who was the very first good boy. 

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From the viewpoint of dogs, humans are like elves, benevolent beings with incredibly long lives enjoying pastimes too intricate and complex to understand.

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I don't know if anyone said this before, but, I think the one thing that would put the fear of an alien god into an alien would be just how territorial humans are.

Humans generally have small territories tightly packed against others, sometimes even on top of each other. They are social creatures, after all, and seem to enjoy inviting each other to their territories that might even contain other species!

So, you would think they would welcome other visitors, right?

Wrong. Humans are wildly territorial to the point even something as harmless as a fruit fly is murdered on sight. Then, surely they must allow other predators that repel such creatures, right? Wrong again, even 'useful' ones likes spiders are shown no mercy.

Alien: I apologize but I'm struggling to grasp this concept. You said you killed that arachnid as there was a possibility it could come in contact with your sleeping quarters. Doesn't your feline companion frequent there? I'm sure it couldn't do more damage than an apex predator?

Human: Uhh, okay let me rephrase that; it isn't about coming in contact with my stuff. It's about me allowing it. Mr. Pickle Jar is allowed to be here and touch my things, that spider isn't. So, it needs to die.

Alien, writing DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE in big bold letters in the notepad: Ah, I see. Thanks for sharing.

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Concept: an apocalyptic or post apocalyptic tv show centred on a group of disabled protagonists

Must include:

-enough details about how they survive that no one can call it “unrealistic”

-mental and physical disabilities 

-a character who isn’t necessarily contributing to the survival of the group, but is not abandoned or looked down upon

-at least one character whose disability is actually less of a problem for them now that the world is ending/ended (example: autistic character who used to be constantly overstimulated but no longer is)

Optional features:

-abled person says “the only disability in life is a bad attitude” and gets told where to stuff it

-creatively weaponized mobility aids/assistive devices

-character who abled people think isn’t worth helping because of their disability, but actually has at least one skill essential to the survival of the group

-every time an abled person says something ignorant, all present disabled people look into the camera like they’re on the office 

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Had a dream where I was sitting in a dark office and reality felt really altered and strange and there was just a fishtank illuminating the room and then this fuckin fish looked at me and grinned with human teeth and in this super deep voice said “you’ve been here awhile, better wake up before you forget how to” and I fuckin woke up in a cold sweat

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You ever have a random thought that's not intrusive, but somehow simultaneously so instinctive and so detached from your regular everyday life, that you vaguely figure it was probably just an ancestral spirit possessing you for a second?

I was baking an apple pie for fun, freehanding cardamom by vibes alone. And a thought pops into my head, must not be wasteful with them, spices are expensive. And I had to halt right there for a second. Why would I feel financial guilt about the amount of seasoning in homemade goods, when I spend money on far more frivolous shit every single day? My own weight in cinnamon would cost less than my rent.

Thank you for your concern, Maarit from the 1600s, but trust me, we're good. I can measure this cardamom with my heart and not the scale.

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Story time:

In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.

Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.

What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.

The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.

So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.

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"I've decided not to vaccinate my animals. Think about it, how often do you see a rabid dog?"

Yes Heather think about it. Think about how few rabid dogs you see in your comfortable western country with easy access to vet care. Think about why it might be that you've never seen a rabid dog. Really dig deep here you absolute fucking fool.

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You become what would have saved you.

Katara lost her mom. It tore her world apart. Being told her whole life it was scary, but they'd be okay if they were together. She tried to become what Kya left behind, a dependable maternal figure who holds the whole world together. But if, when the raid happened, had she not been 8 years old, and stronger and braver, she could've fought and it might've ended differently. Katara grows, and learns how to fight, and faces her deepest emotions. She goes to war, she rallies crowds, she does things because she feels like they're the right thing, just like her dad.

And Sokka lost his mom too, and his dad, and his sister and his tribe. Kya wasn't the end for Sokka, she was the beginning. He tried to become what Hakoda needed, a fearless warrior, who could take on a whole ship single handed. But none of this would have to happen if the world wasn't so cruel to wage war for 100 years. Sokka grows, unlearns hateful lessons, overcomes loss after loss with grace. He goes to war, he keeps his kids safe, he goofs off and plans meticulously to make sure everyone's alright, just like his mom.

Do you ever think they'll look at the other one day and go "oh, oh, it's you. You saved me"

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As a general rule, if you're having food cravings, you should probably pay attention to that, because it's usually a sign that your body needs something. Like, if you've just finished a workout and are suddenly desperately craving fries? Maybe you're low on salt, you did just sweat a whole bunch. Period cravings for junk food? Your body's under some stress and working hard, you need energy, and foods with a lot of fat and/or sugar are an easy way to get that.

Back in the early 1900's when exploring Antarctica was all the rage, y'know what was a major part of everyones daily rations? Butter. Just butter. The men out on the sledging teams would have cravings to eat entire sticks of butter with nothing else, so that was included in their rations. And that happened because under those extreme circumstances, their bodies desperately needed as many calories as possible, so their diet consisted mainly of butter, chocolate, and animal fat. Eating entire sticks of butter was the healthiest possible diet for them.

That's an extreme example of course, but my point is, there's no such thing as inherently Good or Bad food. Anything that's edible can be healthy under the right circumstances, just like anything can be an unhealthy choice under the wrong circumstances. Your body knows what it needs. Listen to it. Unless you're actively going through a serious medical situation, you do not need a tightly restricted diet. Diet culture is a scam, body fat is natural and healthy, food is good for you, and calories are the fuel your body needs to power its continued survival.