1. Pay attention to your posture. Stand straight, and don’t slouch.
3. Look people in the eyes. Averting your gaze or looking down at your feet sends the message that you’re feeling insecure.
4. Take your time - so you look more relaxed and ease with yourself, and with your ideas and decisions.
5. Speak slowly, carefully and with self-belief. Don’t mumble or continually apologize for yourself.
6. Accept compliments from others (don’t deflect them, or quickly brush them off).
7. Dressing with confidence often helps us feel more confident about ourselves. Don’t be afraid to try new things, and to look as if you have a (positive) statement to make.
8. Be aware of your positive qualities and strengths. Keep reminding yourself that it is great to be you!
….You realize, of course, that Hermione Granger lit a teacher on fire when she was eleven, and kept a person alive in a jar for a year when she was fourteen, and studies dark and forbidden magics for kicks, and is one of the brightest and strongest witches of her era. If she came at me, even wandless, I would aparate to Neptune to get away from her.
Hermione Granger also:
- punched Draco Malfoy in the nose for being an idiot
- purposefully performed a confundus charm on whatshsface WHILE HE WAS FLYING just so Ron would win (omfg that is so fucking dangerous)
- literally pulled a fucking Bourne Identity on her parents and managed to set them up in fucking Australia (jesus christ she literally made it so that she NEVER EXISTED wtf that’s so fucking 007)
- Convinced the Ministry of Magic to give her an incredibly dangerous and volatile device that allowed her to ALTER TIMELINES COMPLETELY (just because she was so smart, literally, that is the reason, her “potential”)
- Has enough basic survival skills and badass magic to literally disappear to the middle of nowhere and flourish AND figure out Voldemort’s plot with Harry
- Hermione also figures out not only what Voldemort’s plan is, but generally how to beat it, WAY BEFORE VOLDEMORT EVER DOES. Why? because she is just that much smarter and better at magic than everybody else
in conclusion: Voldemort wishes he could be as awesome as Hermione, that’s why he wants to kill her so bad.
Can we rehave this series with hermione as the protagonist.
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Used the Power of Research and Deductive Reasoning to Make Sure Harry Didn’t Die”
Hermione Granger and “That time I figured shit out and literally ended up petrified for the cause and it took my friends weeks to figure out that I had the research on me”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Was a Time Lord”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Realized I was Hot and Smart and Saved Harry’s Ass with Research. Again. All the Time. Really, He Would Have Died Without Me.”
Hermione Granger and “That time Harry was too emo to actually do shit so I did shit in his name because I am the power behind the throne clearly also PS fought evil deatheaters and won”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I told Harry about the Dangers of Copying off Somebody’s else’s work that wasn’t mine and OH LOOK I WAS RIGHT”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I let Harry Decide Where to Go and What To do and we ended up wandering the forests of dean for like 5 months before saving his ass at Hogwarts”
There are times when I can feel frustration bottling up inside of me. Opinions and feelings I dare not to express. It makes me frustrated.
I feel lonely. All my life I have been alone. I haven’t found anyone whose shoulder I can lean on. I need that person because I’m so tired of having to pull myself up every time I got knocked down by those I thought of as family, as friends, as someone I trust.
I need someone to be my equal, my confidant. Someone who is wise and kind, who is always there to advise and support me. Someone who genuinely curious about my life but not becoming too nosy about secrets I don’t want to share. Someone I can rely on. Someone I can confide in. I need a mentor.
I have yet to found that someone.
Every time I express the thought of having this someone, I feel ashamed and selfish. I am blessed with more than many people. I am blessed with prosperity. I am blessed with good friends.
But friends I have, though I cherish them dearly, they don’t understand me. We are not from the same world. They don’t understand that I long for deep level discussion and wisdom. They don’t understand that it’s how I connect with people. They don’t understand that I am an introvert who would feel drained being dragged around socializing with people I’m not familiar with. They don’t understand why I want to be alone sometimes and why it’s okay to me to not talk to anyone for days.
They don’t understand that I don’t enjoy talking about weight or calories or make-up or clothes or boys or female body parts all the time. Those conversations are fun to have every once in a while. But it’s boring to me to be talking about them over and over again. I can’t help but thinking how shallow they are. And once I realize it… I feel ashamed.
The shame, the frustration, it’s bottling up inside of me. It has no way of getting out. And I knew that the feelings I buried would never die. I just wish it wouldn’t come forth later in uglier ways.
Game of Thrones Season 3 Episode 4 - Daenerys frees The Unsullied
The most epic scene of the series so far.
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene