there’s a portrait of cedric diggory in the hufflepuff common room.
nobody knows who painted it. the other houses speculate, but the hufflepuffs know not to ask, because that’s not really what’s important.
it’s one of the moving ones, of course. sometimes cedric isn’t in it - it’s said that the portrait has a twin, over amos diggory’s fireplace, and cedric always loved his father. but he’s there enough, smiling down at the hufflepuffs who congregate in the common room, watching them as they go about their lives.
the portrait is by the door, next to one of the overstuffed yellow chairs. students sit there to talk to cedric, with some modicum of privacy. at first, it was his friends, the people who knew him and miss him and love him. but as time went on it became those who knew him by reputation. kids seeking advice, help with homework. someone to talk to, on a long and cold night. gradually, he became a legend, spoke in hushed whispers to the first-years as they came in. if you’re ever in trouble, talk to cedric. he’ll always help you.
after the battle of hogwarts, when the furniture was mended and the new students hesitantly made their way in, there was another portrait next to it, of hufflepuff’s favoured daughter. tonks, known by one name only, blew painted bubbles from her world of acrylic and canvas. while students came to cedric for help and advice, they came to tonks to ask questions. she would tell the most wicked stories, and some of them were even true. when someone needed cheering up, when they were wanting to brainstorm their next epic prank, they went to tonks.
she wasn’t always there, either. another portrait above a cot, where a baby with shocking blue hair could look at it and laugh. but when she was, she was always happy to have people come to her. when they did, it felt like she wasn’t just paint and canvas. she felt alive.
hufflepuffs look after their own, you see. dead or alive.
Alien: Youâre telling me that in times of great distress humans have been known to suddenly gain the strength necessary to lift objects more than a dozen times their own weight?!
Human: Yeah, itâs called âhysterical strengthâ and it usually happens in life-or-death situations, like when someone gets stuck under a car or something and someone lifts the car to get them out. We canât really test it though, âcause it only happens spontaneously.
Alien: Humans have the ability to tap into untold strength and power and you donât even know how you do it?
Human: Pretty much, yeah. We think it has something to do with temporary analgesia, so we just donât feel the pain we should when we pick up a 3000-pound car.
Alien: YOUR PAIN RESPONSE JUST SHUTS OFF?
Human: Yeah, itâs like an adrenaline thing? Do you not have that?
Alien: Fuck you and your entire species of tiny juggernauts.
Did this post just use a dialogue format to trick me into learning science
Had to check this out on wikipedia at least and boy was that a ride
Just so you guys know. Hysterical strength is basically your body not holding back and going %100 though there is a great danger of you hurting yourself or breaking something since your ignoring pain and going %100. There was a case where a kid deadlifted a car to save a sibling but,cracked 8 of his teeth during it because he was clenching his jaw so hard. So whilst you can lift a car or fight off polar bears. Your probably going to break something. Because most of the time when we are âgiving our allâ we are only giving a fraction of what we could give and this is because if we truly give our all we can seriously injure ourselves.
This is literally an explanation of Deku and his abilities with One For All.
Humans naturally hold back because our muscles have enough strength to rip themselves apart
STOP GIVING THE ALIENS REASONS NOT TO VISIT.
During an adrenaline rush your muscles can stress themselves to the point where they rip themselves from the bone and you wouldnât even feel it
my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre âTWICE as big as the ones you get in the shopâ
i told my granddad this post has 3,500 notes and he said âwho are they? do i know them?â he wanted me to list everyone and see if he knew anyone
If you donât reblog cauliflower granddad, then youâre just a mean person.