Racists STILL Hating On Leah & Hiding Behind Excuses Like They “can’t Picture It” .. It’s A Show

"Punishment works!!!" We're drowning in three to four generations of people so pants-shittingly terrified of ever being wrong that half of everyone has constructed a worldview wherein they never even consider the possibility that they could be wrong and the other half behaves like one wrong move will make anything or anyone explode violently into a million irreperable pieces. I don't think it works guys

reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

Haters be like

“It’s totally possible to make a path that goes through every door exactly once”

i plan for this to be a multi-part poll so if you pick “it’s complicated” you will have opportunities to vote for more specific options (obviously i can’t stop people from voting however whenever but i’m just gonna assume everyone will be very cool and chill about this absolutely pointless but fun thought experiment)

It's the most stabby time of the year~

Ow.

traitor - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 248

“I…I don’t understand,” James whispered, tears falling softly from his cheeks.

“I know,” Regulus murmured, looking down, his stomach like lead.

James blinked, his hand reaching forward, slowly circling around Regulus’s bare arm.

Well- not bare. Bare would mean clean. Unblemished. His arm was Marked and scarred with deep black lines and ink. 

A thumb brushed softly over the newly-branded skull and snake on Regulus’s pale skin.

“It’s…it’s a joke. You’re joking, right, Reg? Trying…trying to make me mad?”

The frenzied, desperate hope in James’s voice made the tears fall from Regulus’s eyes, too, and it was all he could do to pull his arm away and turn his back.

“No, James. No.”

“Why, Reg?” James’s voice broke at that, so raw and vulnerable that Regulus almost fell to the floor with the weight of his choice. But he couldn’t go back now.

“I…I’ve always told you. This is who I am. I’m…They…I had to,” Regulus whispered, his back still turned, his hands shaking. The half-truths ate at him just as much as James’s ruined expression. “I…I made my choice.”

‘We’ll find Sirius and Potter,’ Walburga had threatened. ‘It’s you or them.’

“You didn’t have to do anything,” James responded. But his voice was angry, now.

Then help me, Regulus wanted to yell. Do something.

But as he whipped around to look at James, all he saw was devastation and fury.

“Traitor,” James spat, before exiting the room.

And Regulus fell to the floor, sobs tearing through him.

quick reminder that my own gay ass genuinely supports the hell outta each and every one of you. regardless if i know you or not, im happy to be living in this shithole of a life in the same world with you.

and im proud of you, i know in my heart just how beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, and worthy you are and i hope you can see that too🏳️‍🌈🌈