The photo above is the closest humanity has ever come to creating Medusa. If you were to look at this, you would die instantly.Â
The image is of a reactor core lava formation in the basement of the Chernobyl nuclear plant. Itâs called the Elephantâs Foot and weighs hundreds of tons, but is only a couple meters across.
Oh, and regarding the Medusa thing, this picture was taken through a mirror around the corner of the hallway. Because the wheeled camera they sent up to take pictures of it was destroyed by the radiation. The Elephantâs Foot is almost as if it is a living creature.
Friendly reminder that this blob of core material was so hot and dense, it melted/burned through three floors of the building before coming to rest in the lowest basement.
And thereâs now a unique species of black mold that feeds off the gamma radiation it produces.
Is no one else seriously freaked out by that mold? No? Just me, then?
Has anyone done a âLily and James Liveâ AU where Lily takes over as Potions Master after Slughorn retires instead of Snape?
Professor Potter, patient and kind with all students and especially helpful to overwhelmed muggleborns.
Professor Potter, whose dorky husband randomly pops up in the school in odd places with their infant son, though never seems to come in from the front door.
Professor Potter, whose little boy sometimes helps her add potions ingredients to her cauldron when sheâs giving a demonstration during class.
Professor Potter, who will pay responsible prefects a few galleons to watch Harry for a few hours while her dorky husband insists on taking her out to dinner.
Professor Potter, the subject of many adolescent crushes.
Professor Potter, who has tea with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout regularly, often interrupted by her dorky husband who passes up no opportunity to drop in on his lovely wife and bother McGonagall for old timeâs sake.
Professor Potter, who attends every Quidditch match with her dorky husband at her side and her son on her lap waving a small Gryffindor flag.
Professor Potter, pregnant with her second child and brewing anti-nausea potions to get through all her classes despite all the smells.
Professor Potter, who earns Professor Flitwick ten galleons because he bet that she would go into labor the moment the O.W.L.s began.
Professor Potter, who regularly writes with Professor Slughorn about all the star pupils she has.
Professor Potter, who really tries not to favor Gryffindor, really, but the Weasley boy truly showed so much improvement since last class, the points were well-earned!
Professor Potter, who creates a safe and encouraging environment for students to learn in.
Professor Potter who never went into hiding because, really, she has students to teach.
Professor Potter whose son was kidnapped briefly at one by someone who is mostly definitely not a friend. The rumors were Severus Snape stepped in front of her son and died trying to save him. Most didnât believe it. Professor Potter chose to believe it and put anyone who said otherwise in their place. Sirius Black says Peter Pettigrew confirmed it before going missing. Professor Potterâs dorky husband chose to believe Sirius.
Professor Potterâs son has a scar on his forehead that is rumored to be from the Dark Lord when her son defeated him. Professor Potter quickly vanished any notions in anyoneâs head that her son was anything other then a babe with a scar. There was no proof the Dark Lord was defeated. Perhaps he just realized even he wasnât horrible enough to harm a baby. More likely, Severus Snape cast a spell that left the babe with only a scar against Voldemortâs spell. Because Severus Snape was quite brilliant when he wasnât being a prick.
Professor Potter occasionally told stories to students who struggled. Stories of greasy little boys who were bullied and went bad because of it. Stories of beautiful boys who were the bully and learned to be good. Stories of friends who betrayed. Stories of friends who confronted other friends. Stories of greasy little men who perhaps maybe saved tiny little babies in their last breath. Stories of believing in people and remembering the brave are sometimes the most fearful. She told stories that made tears stop and ones that made them run harder. However, you could never ask for a story. You needed to just need one, and she always knew.
Professor Potter was adamant that the castle would not be used for the Philosopherâs stone her sonâs first year. She is quite a fearful opponent. She unfortunately was going up against someone with more power. Her husband made jokes about the new DADA professor, and she reminded him no one likes bullies as she took the new professor some tea.
Her son was the spitting imagine of her husband in that he found trouble. The Dark Lord could not touch him due to the love that protected him.
Professor Potter eyed the headmaster with suspicion after that, and busied making tea for worried students as more attacks occurred. Students saw her husband sleuthing around the castle even more. When her son spoke to a snake, she was unsurprised; her son had been speaking to snakes since heâd been born. She figured it was from her husbandâs side of the family. Recessive traits and all.
When her son told them he could hear voices from the walls, her husband and her began walking the halls with him, waiting for him to hear them again so they could investigate. Her favorite student thus far and sons friend got hurt, and they found a note in her hand. Professor Potter would gush over the girls finding for years to come.
Her husband may have accidentally discharged the DADA professor from duty, and her son disappeared behind rubble. When they got through, he was passed out on the ground with a hat and Phoenix nearby, a sword in hand.
Professor Potterâs sideeye towards the headmaster was getting quite severe.
Professor Lupin was convinced to join the bunch the next year when Pettigrew was rumored to have escaped Azkaban. He quit though, after he changed without his potion while working with the Potterâs to save a Hippogriff. He felt too guilty and nothing anyone could say would change his mind. His nephew had been too close for comfort.
When Professor Potter heard her sonâs name the next year, literal sparks flew from her to the headmaster. She didnât believe he didnât know anything or couldnât do anything. Once again, she had no power. Oh, but she was never silent. Her son received a new broom for the first task, gillyweed from her storage for the second, and a whole slew of curses that Professor Potter had never let on that she knew before for the third task. When he returned with a body in hand, she sent a stunning spell on Dumbledore and then another on âMad Eyeâ when they both tried to go near her son. Mad Eyeâs transformation among the crowd was just as much a shock as the dead body.
To Be Continued
âFudge is a prick,â Professor Potterâs husband reiterated after the fifth time his wife went on a rant about the lack of action by the Ministry the following year. The pair reluctantly joined the Order again, although they never pretended to approve of Dumbledore or trust him fully. They were upfront with their son where they could be, and he trusted them when they said he didnât need to worry about all the details. âBe a child while you can,â and he listened, because they had never given him a reason to not.Â
Many nights during the summer, Professor Potter would fall asleep on the couch with her family, because her son had nightmares and eased into sleep easier in front of the telly. Her son calmed down his friends who felt they needed to know more. âIâve been there. I donât want to go into battle again anytime soon,â Professor Potter would hear him say. She always knew he would be a natural leader.Â
Part of that summer was renovating the old Black house. Sirius had left it vacated in favor of a small flat within 2 minutes of the Pottersâ house. But when Dumbledore went looking for headquarters, Professor Potter insisted it needed to be someplace they were technically in charge of. Whole walls were taken down to rid the house of dark magic. Professor Potter blasted Siriusâ motherâs painting out of existence within 2 hours. There were some concerns immediately following about the structural integrity, to which Professor Potter informed them they were wizards, who the hell needed structural integrity.Â
That year, Professor Potterâs son began seeing visions and getting increased headaches. A scar she always wrote off quickly became a thing of worry. Dumbledore gave her son wary glances, and she considered punching him in the face when he refused to say why. When he suggested occulmency lessons, it was her husband who punched him. Dumbledore was a great wizard, but he wasnât much for getting muggle fighting.Â
Professor Potter talked with her son regularly about his dreams, and they learned occulmency together from scratch. It was slow going, and when he managed to save Mr. Weasley, there was very long discussions about whether this was such a bad thing. The ultimate decider was the simple fact Professor Potter still didnât know why her son had this ability, so she insisted he learn to control it.Â
If you wonder about Umbridge and Professor Potterâs relationship, then you should know that the Weasley twins had more then one Potter beneficiary as well as an enthusiastic tester by the name of Sirius Black.Â
At the end of the semester, her son saw his godfather kidnapped. Sirius Black was quickly located and that ended that discussion on whether this ability had any potential good. Professor Potter knew what was in the Department of Mysteries, of course, because Dumbledore had tried to convince her and her family to go into hiding, as though Voldemort would not still find a way. And really, she had students to teach, no one had time for hiding. Plus, do you know how insufferable James would have been? So one day that following summer, at random, Professor Potter and her son went down to the Department, listened to the prophecy together, and then smashed the thing.Â
Then they got ice cream, and she declared that magical people were often quite stupid and who knows what that prophecy really means anyways. No reason to worry about death or fate, because who even knows if Voldemort counts as alive anyways.Â
When Dumbledore came to ask Professor Potter to move to the DADA position and help him convince Slughorn to come back as Potions, she scoffed at him. When Dumbledore was forced to try to tell them about his theory on Horcruxes. Professor Potter kindly told him that he was a powerful wizard and Horcruxes sounded like his problem. Also, she was not a DADA professor, so go away.Â
In the end, someone was found for DADA, and Professor Potter began recruiting Horcrux hunters.
To be ContinuedâŚ.
In the end, Professor Potter was very persuasive and almost all of the Order of the Phoenix were helping search for Horcruxes.
Dumbledore mysteriously appeared with a withered hand in the meantime, and her son began telling her suspicions of one of his peers. Her son would never have a rival, not a mean one at least, because her son was taught to be polite even when others were not. Kind, nah, because he was damn well going to do better in everything that he could then the little nitwit blonde who terrorized her favorite student.
While Professor Potter kept Draco Malfoy after class to chat a little, Minerva McGonagall located the orphanage that Tom Riddle grew up in with a protective and suspicious Alaster Moody in tow. While the pair listened to stories of two children going missing, Professor Potterâs kind words and warm tea caused a scared boy to pour out his heart as his tears cooled his tea. As McGonagall and Moody studied the trap they found themselves in, Professor Potter went to Dumbledore with her concerns, because for some reason, he was still headmaster. As Dumbledore told her he was dying and had a plan for Draco Mafloy to kill him, Moody and McGonagall did diagnostic spell after spell to discover all that they faced. As Professor Potter stormed out of his office and immediately sent letters demanding a meeting, Moody and McGonagall discovered what needed to be done to get the locket and immediately turned around to brainstorm other ideas with more heads.
Just as Moody and McGonagall made it to Grimmauld Place, Mrs. Malfoy turned up, causing quite the scuffle. Sirius was happy to have more of the house destroyed but was quite put off to have to clean up afterwards. Luckily, Professor Potter arrived in turn to stop before anyone was hurt or any serious damage occurred. She invited McGonagall to join the discussion, and Moody and Sirius insisted upon it. Narcissa Malfoy raised her nose to the two men but was quickly in tears with the two womenâs arms engulfing her as she told her tale. In this world, she had no professor of neutral standing to beg for help from. Narcissa only had snakes around her that would take any chance to bite. Kreacher brought tea
(Professor Potter and one Hermione Granger had teamed up to make his life quite swell- he only served who he wanted with the agreement he had to be polite and nice to muggle borns. He could save what he wanted from the house so long as he assured anything dangerous was neutralized or kept in a small locked chest they gave him. He was encouraged to clean by Sirius because Sirius hated cleaning, but never ordered to do so. Kreacher cleaned, muttering that it was because his mistress would be distressed by the state of the house otherwise, but Sirius received three full meals a day without asking. The pair, under the forceful and kind eyes of the two muggle borns, would forever deny their friendly cohabitation. When Sirius started using Grimmauld Place less, Kreacher began showing up at Siriusâs house near Godricâs Hollow. James Potter would press them both but neither would relent on which one of them finally mentioned the possibility of Kreacher moving with Sirius. Well, kind of moving, Kreacher basically lived in Grimmauldâs Place by himself and would go for the day to serve Sirius).
And it was decided that Narcissa would move into Grimmauldâs Place for protection. Kreacher was thrilled. Narcissa sent secret code to her husband, giving him two options: join her or file for divorce. When he showed up at the secret location Moody insisted upon to assure they werenât being betrayed, Moody stunned him and the next time he was awake he was in Grimmauldâs Place. He didnât betray them, despite Moody hovering nearby for much too long. Draco would join them during breaks. It took some adjusting to the former Death Eaters presence, but eventually the Order found peace when Fred and George pranked him and gave him pink hair. He returned by giving them both flashing freckles, and a prank war started that only stopped when Narcissa felt it was beginning to affect her.
Immediately following the decision to keep Narcissa safe, McGonagall and Moody called a meeting. Once theyâd sound proofed the room to assure Narcissa couldnât spy, they let the others know what theyâd found. When Kreacher spilled the plate of cookies heâd been hovering in front of them, Professor Potter kindly pulled him aside so he could tell her what he very clearly knew. Heâd already taken to the powerful muggleborn- as he called her in the beginning- so he easily told the tale. If anyone could help him finish his last task, it was this particular person that had made Sirius give him relative freedom without forcing freedom on him. She followed him to his room and he pulled out from the locked chest that only opened to him (so no greedy criminals couldnât sell items that werenât thereâs) a locket which reeked. Professor Potter carefully brought the locket to the meeting, and McGonagall let out a great big sigh. With the locket there, everyone was able to feel the dark magic, and they all watched together as Moody shoved a Basilik fang through it (Professor Potter may have went and gathered it all to play around with potions).
And that was that.
Dumbledore was non too pleased about the turn of events, although he insisted otherwise, Professor Potter saw the twinkle die in his eyes. He hated when things didnât go as planned.
Between the ring, the locket, and the diary, they began having an idea of at least where to look, if not for what. They knew Nagini because of Harryâs visions through the snake. They planned to snag the chance if it came up, but otherwise, that one would wait until the very end. That just left two more. Professor Potter suspected there might be one at Hogwarts. So she began to look for possible artifacts it might be as the Order members not at Hogwarts continued searching for clues on the 6th Horcrux and all the books possible on Horcruxes.
Both searches were hastened by the proximity of the Malfoys.
The first one occurred when Draco Malfoy happened to overhear Professors Potter and McGonagall discussing where things might be hidden in the castle when he stopped by to drop off a letter for his parents (as they were in hiding, he couldnât send by Owl). He mentioned the Room of Hidden Objects within the Room of Requirement, and from there it only took a days search to find and destroy the diadem. They might have destroyed a number of other objects when they were getting frustrated at looking, and when Professor Potterâs husband stopped by, there may have been a long interlude of him running around gleefully at all the stuff. But the diadem was destroyed and so was the horcrux.
The final discovery was made during christmas. The Order members had been extremely careful after the first time Draco overheard, but they didnât taken into account Draco relaying the little he had heard to his parents. When the Malfoys asked the Potterâs, Black, Lupin, and Weasleys what they were searching for, the Room went silent. James Potter, always outgoing, made a joke about looking for another diary to terrorize students with. He expected to shut up his definitely not friend, Lucius Malfoy, instead, the man went silent for a short while before interjecting in the conversation again that there might be one other object like it.
The room failed to contain their interest, and soon Lucius was relaying how his sister-in-law used to brag that while he got a stupid diary, she got something so much better that sheâs always keep safe. She wasnât supposed to talk about it, so Lucius only knew what sheâd said to try to make him jealous, but he didnât know where else she would have kept it except in her Gringotts vault all these years.
So plans were made to break into Gringotts. Luckily these were all highly talented adults. Plus, Narcissa ended up volunteering to pretend to be her sister. She assured them she could, and no one bothered to ask her how when she managed to look exactly alike. Narcissa and a disguised Tonks broke into Gringotts and together destroyed the Horcrux.
By then Professor Potter suspected another Horcrux.
To Be ContinuedâŚ.
The Gringotts break-in was not found out by its owners. There were no dragons drawing attention to the thieves. The disguised Narcissa and Tonks went in and then went out.Â
Since there was only one widely known Horcrux left and that was always around Voldemort, a plan began to form among the Order members on how to launch a full scale attack against Voldemort that would assure him and Nagini were in the same place.
By now, Dumbledore was very much aware of Professor Potterâs success in destroying the Horcruxes without his help, and he was getting quite surly in his near-death attitudes.Â
Professor Potterâs son was practicing occulmency, but it was apparent even then that Voldemort was growing evermore incensed with the disappearance of three of his followers- especially the radio silence from the youth he expected to kill Dumbledore or be killed.Â
Feelings were at their height when Professor Potter finally approached her husband with her suspicions on a 7th Horcrux. Her husband did not take it well immediately but threw himself and Sirius into researching the effects of Horcruxes on living creatures.Â
Professor Potter received two owls at the same time one May day.Â
One from her husband saying that they thought they found a way to remove the Horcrux.Â
One from an Order member alerting of a possible impending attack by the Death Eaters on Hogwarts. It is ironic to consider what might have happened had the Dark Lord had more followers. But with no perceived inside man to Dumbledore and one of his most loyal followers having defected, apparently the Dark Lord was getting restless and impulsive.Â
Which is perhaps why he and Nagini joined the Death Eaters to attack Hogwarts May of Professor Potterâs sonâs 6th year, despite Dumbledoreâs presence and a lack of more supporters. It is also why he was perhaps careless in who he accepted within his inner circle, including one Kreacher who vowed support to his most loyal supporter, Bellatrix Lestrange.Â
So Professor Potter, with a sloppily scrawled note from Kreacher in hand, ran about the castle preparing it for battle. She attempted to send the students away, but oh, her Gryffindors were always the troublemakers.Â
Even as she watched her husband and his best friend join the fray, she caught sight of her son.
Voldemort still had an itching to kill the boy-who-lived, no matter his motherâs fierce protests against the title.Â
Harry Potter was still valiant and courageous. He knew nothing of Horcruxes. He didnât know why Order members cheered when Remus Lupin shoved the sword of Gryffindor (which James Potter may or may not have stolen from Dumbledoreâs office at the beginning of the year) through Nagini. He knew nothing of his connection to Voldemort besides that he may have been kidnapped to get to his parents (as that was what his mother always said).Â
He was not the boy-who-lived.Â
He was not the Chosen One.Â
Harry Potter was Professor Potterâs son and his fatherâs pride and joy.Â
He was okay at Potions, great at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and trying to learn to transfigure as well as his father.Â
He grew up hearing stories of a brave man who saved him as a baby.Â
He grew up being told bullies can grow up, but evil people only sour further.Â
He grew up seeing his parents laugh and fight.Â
He grew up being told he could stay a child and respecting the adults in his life when they told him to stay away.
He also grew up being fought for every single day, and that day in May, he decided he wanted to give them a reason to have fought for him.Â
He didnât want fame or glory, except on the Quidditch field. Harry Potter just wanted to keep his family and friends safe. So with a Ron Weasley who never had reason to be jealous of fame because Professor Potter put an end to any âfameâ that might follow her son (except on the Quidditch field. Her husband nullified any attempts on her part), and a Hermione Granger who grew up with a top level supporter and protector (Professor Potter would never let a student who she saw so much of herself in get bullied by anyone, especially not Ron Weasley). They snuck back in and joined the fray.Â
Harry Potter wasnât aiming for Voldemort; he wasnât even really paying attention to him. Harry Potter was just fighting in a battle.Â
Voldemort was fighting a prophecy however.Â
So Voldemort aimed for Harry Potter; he zeroed in. A green light shot from his wand towards the 16-year-old.Â
Professor Potter shot her own spell of green towards the snake-like man.Â
Both man and boy fell.
Only one rose.Â
Professor Potter kicked Tom Riddle in the face right as Bellatrix Lestrange attempted her own killing spell, which ended halfway out of her mouth due to a spell that came from Hermione Granger. No one messed with Hermioneâs favorite professor.Â
All the other Death Eaters fled or lay down their weapons, claiming they were not under control.Â
Professor Potter smacked her son across the head and then wept for hours.Â
Dumbledore was lay out on the floor having taken a killing curse early on in the fight.Â
Lupin and Tonks celebrated with their first kiss.Â
Sirius Black and James Potter attempted to pry Professor Potterâs arms away from her son.Â
Ron Weasley checked on his siblings who were all in one piece.Â
Mad Eye Moody prowled around castle looking for Death Eaters.Â
Lavender Brown was sitting down at Aberforth Dumbledoreâs bar with her friends sipping butterbeer.Â
Dobby, who warned Harry Potter once only to get scared away by the inquisition by Professor Potter, sat at the Malfoy Manor soberly awaiting his masters returned. He was freed the very first day Professor Potter visited Malfoy Manor and found his owners. He went on to work for the Weasley twins in their joke shop.Â
Hedwig snoozed in a tree in the Forbidden Forest because the battle was much to loud.Â
Worked on this girl for 9 months. Now this new music video comes out and sheâs immensely popular, arguably one of the most popular characters in the LoL universe.
Donât get me wrong, Iâm really glad sheâs a huge hit, itâs super exciting to see so many people love the character design and the gameplay, and know that I contributed directly and significantly to the behind-the-scenes engineering that makes it all work. Itâs validating.
But itâs also so fucking melancholy to know I did so much work and put in so much time for such a shitty company, run by shitty people, and the reward I got for it was unemployment.Â
I threw a lot into this character. I cried at work. I started getting panic attacks, which Iâve never gotten before. I developed persistent heart palpitations from the daily overwhelming stress and had to go to the hospital (this is true, seriously.) I basically dropped all my friends outside of work. My manager (and his manager!) lied to me constantly to keep me working. They said I was doing a great job but to keep it up. Donât worry, itâs going to turn out great, and itâll all be worth it in the end â recognition, a raise, probably a promotion in short order. They promised me the world. When she was finally finished, I didnât even get to go to the release party, they just walked me out.Â
I remember a quote from my last day, it sticks out in my mind: âI know you realize this is really hard for me,â my manager said. Yes, in the end, when he awkwardly informed me I didnât have my dream job anymore â or any job at all â and then stared back at my shell-shocked face, my thousand-yard stare, the only thing he felt was sorry for himself.
She launched with no major bugs and was considered a technical success. Doesnât matter. Get the fuck out.
I donât know how I feel. A weird sensation of pride and intense bitterness. I did a good job; at least, I think I did. Unfortunately, internal validation is the only kind Iâm going to get.
Everyone reposting KDA should see this. Riot has successfully distracted everyone into forgetting their culture of sexism,exploitation, and toxicity mere months after it was all revealed.
Look, I get it. Akali is EXTREMELY my type. Itâs obvious how much love and care was put into her development. But it makes me furious to see all the free advertising that Riot is getting from people who I thought would know better.Â
And now? One of the people who is arguably responsible for all that free advertising? Whoâs work is undoubtedly making Riot hundreds of thousands of dollars a day? Who was overworked to the point of near breaking? They get nothing. WORSE than the scant bit of credit that most devs can get in a big company like Riot. They got let go.
Fuck Riot Games.
One thing that I thought really sucked a lot is that the production company who made the KDA video isnât even credited. They credit a lot of other people on their videos, usually, but the actual animators of the video are hidden; almost a lie by omission. At best itâs a honest mistake, at worst itâs sneakily trying to pass off the video as something made in-house when itâs not. đŚ
the courier: Man, sometimes it all just gets to me⌠how weâre all stuck in this unforgiving wasteland full of terrible, horrifying things. And sometimes it just feels like itâs never going to end, ya know? like humans⌠weâre just going to devolve entirely into brutality and eventually, into nothingness. Itâs not like Iâm not above it, Iâve killed so many people, cheated and lied. I want to just live my life, but I just feel so paralyzed by the inevitability of these things sometimes.
Death Grips, the lore-friendly companion: FUCK WHERE YOUâRE FROM
Death Grips, the lore-friendly companion: FUCK WHERE YOUâRE GOIN
Death Grips, the lore-friendly companion: ITâS ALL ABOUT WHERE YOUâRE AT
Exodus from the blue hellsite 
