I Love That The Internet Saw People Comparing Women And Other Alienated Groups Of People And Went, “they’re

Okay 6th year gryffindors learning the patronus charm and James is one of the first to get it (after Lily and Sirius, remus found an excuse to sit it out bc he didn't want to risk the class seeing a wolf and putting things together). They've already done the theory so they know the whole 'reflective of your soul' or 'changes to represent a loved one, especially if they are your happiest memory' and when they eventually manage corporeal patronuses, James' happens to be a lion.

A big, prowling, majestic lion. Most of the room are impressed and a little jealous but not too shocked by it, they automatically assume that it's the animal which most resembles him because...gryffindor lion. It doesn't get much more James potter than that. But his group are very confused. Patronuses were supposed to match animagi and they'd already managed that one, so they had silently accepted that it would be a stag. So when it isn't, they have to hide their shock. They sort of brush it off after a while because James is similar to a lion so maybe it's just something to do with strength in the memory he chose?

But James knew the second the lion looked at him that it wasn't his animal. He would always be a stag, he knew that much for sure. This was Regulus. Cor Leonis. The lion, brave, strong, and powerful but cowering behind the powerful women in his life and 'lazily' biding his time until he has no choice but to do something. More importantly, James loved him, and nobody was supposed to know. His patronus has shifted from a stag- prideful and representative of James as an individual- to a lion- a symbol of his love, power and courage. And he is the only one that knows.

Why am I like this? I didn't do anything I wanted to do today, but all I do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I want to be blown away by the fall wind, but all i do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I try to do things to get myself together, but all I do is feeling sad again.

Why am I like this? I lost so much time, meant to help me, but all I do is feeling sad again.

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

You're about to close on your very own, suspiciously affordable and comfortable house. Just before you sign the contract, the realtor shows you the required legal disclosure: your new house is haunted by the type of presence you'll get from this spinner wheel.

Of course it is.

on colors and being different and not being enough for yourself

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The houses we walk by seem to be creatures, watching us on our stroll through the streets, staring, seeing, following us and our broken relationship.

Their glowing eyes burn on my skin, your hand burns my fingers, I want to run, run, far away, to another version of you and me.

The trees seem to have eyes, watching us on our walk underneath their canopy of leaves, staring, seeing, growing through us and our broken relationship.

Their glittering eyes freeze my bones, your hand freezes my flesh, I want to run, run far away, to another version of you and me.

It hurts, I want to, have to run, to leave, to get away from this freezing warmth, from this burning cold,

but through it all, even if it hurts, I stay with you.

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you