breaking news: harry potter has quit his job as an auror!
stating that ‘i have no idea why i thought that was a good idea, holy shit’, potter has since relocated to diagon alley and reopened florean fortescue’s ice cream parlour. in a comment, potter said ‘yeah. yeah, this seems more like it’ and added ‘i mean, he gave me ice cream that one time. loved that guy.’
All Pottermore stories and other HP related extra-canon are hereby replaced with this text post
My aunt’s cat is very shy and hides when there are guests in her house. She semi-trusts my parents and will at least be in the same room as them. Tonight, my dad made some progress:
reblog if you support boys expressing soft emotions
Reblog this fat happy boy for a good night sleep tonight
Nothing bad happens if you don’t! Just a cute good luck charm
He brings no harm, only good fortune and good dreams
if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t at the computer!” or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.
This also applies if you’re online and just don’t want to or have the energy to deal with humans in the moment. Just because we have the ability to reply in real time does not mean we have the obligation.
im like a cat i drag the posts to ur doorstep and if ur not there it’s ok, the post will be on ur porch for later
So many horrific stories of abuse start with “he was great until we got married” and that’s honestly so fucking upsetting because it’s relatively normal.
Like so many women are so, so careful before they commit to a man in any way because he could turn out to be a horrible abuser. They find one they think is different, one they think they can trust, and as soon as they’re legally bound to him he turns out to be exactly what they feared he would be.
That’s horrible.
And, I can say from personal experience, it is embarrassing to get divorced almost immediately after being married. No one cares about how long you were together beforehand or what happened, they just think “Oh it only lasted a year, she’s so irresponsible”. On top of it being exceedingly difficult to get help from the police or other legal assistance(especially if you live together, share funds, children, property, etc.), there’s a heavy stigma that comes with it, only isolating abuse victims further.
I’m trying to think of something to say other than “boycott marriage” because I know that’s not realistic, but at the very least, please support divorced women.
By “support divorced women” I mean:
- don’t make us justify why we got divorced and don’t feel entitled to the details of what happened.
- don’t contribute to the stigma around divorced women that says we’re irresponsible, or that something must be wrong with us.
- If a woman close to you is getting divorced, don’t guilt her into apologizing or going back to her husband. If she’s the one filing, don’t make her question why she wants the divorce.
Women who file for divorce due to domestic abuse are sometimes forced to pay the mans legal fees for the divorce!
-be a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on
-support her choice
-dont try to convince her to stay.
Honestly i agree with this on so many levels. Please don’t stay with anyone who makes you unhappy
ryan lang shared some of his couples’ portrait concepts for felix and calhoun on twitter and i just gained an extra ten years on my life
fuck it. names are too complicated. I’ll respond to anything. If you yell “hey shithead” in my general direction I’ll turn around 8 times out of 10
the 2 times i dont respond is because i was thinking about that one time I saw a moth the size of a dinner plate and I didn’t hear you
I’m sorry to dig into your traumas but please,,, tell me more about the moth
okay picture this: im about seven and my family are on holiday & we’re at a restuarant, sitting near a window. im eating my dinner when I hear this massive THUD noise and see something bounce off the window. whatever, right? probably a bird or a fruit bat - this is australia after all, ive seen thousands of winged creatures throw themselves at glass.
so I go out to investigate, and twitching on the sidewalk is a moth. Its wingspan is bigger than my face. This moth is so big that it could legally be registered as a helicopter or maybe a boeing 747. this is a big moth.
naturally, seven-year-old me takes one look at this small dragon and decides that it probably crashed into my window because it personally wants to kill me.
and then it turns to look at me.
now. I am not a brave person. but it occurs to me that if break eye contact with this moth, then it’ll probably be the last thing I see. So I stand perfectly still and glare down this moth. eventually a waitress comes out and says “Oh! that’s a Hercules Moth. She’s not gonna hurt you, she just gets overenthusiastic about the lights.”
and then she scoops the moth up and tosses the moth into the garden patch and she flies away, totally unharmed.
Looking back on it, i was wrong to assume the worst of that moth. She was just a big ‘ol idiot who loves lights. so am i. im sorry for making assumptions, moth lady.
This was so ridiculously drawn out and the conclusion was so obvious yet still I couldn’t tell where this was going
It’s my opinion that like if a white supremacist/Nazi is going to be reformed. They need to do so willingly. The only times I’ve heard of successful rehabilitation of fascists is when they made the conscious decision to no longer be one anymore and seek atonement. People who try to like hug and change fascists that don’t want to change are fucking morons
Correct. I was crypto-facist for a few years, and the people trying to hug me didnt change me because at that point I wouldnt have listened. It was only when I started to see the movement for what it was that I was finally able to listen.
I’m not derailing your addition but I’m horrified you’re only 18. When did you become a fasc?
Yeah trust me it *is* horrifying. I’m ashamed of who I was and I think my only atonement is to talk about how damn easy it is to become one when you’re young.
This is gonna be a long post.
For a little bit of background, I am a mixed race person, half brown and half white. I was raised in a Muslim family and am still closeted around them.
I started to have issues with Islam at around 12 or so, when I first started to get the idea that I might be gay. Now I never would have admitted that was my reason. If you had asked me I probably would have said “logic” or something. Because of that I went hard into atheism and atheist circles.
Now people hate to admit this but ex-Muslim spaces are predominantly right wing. Ex-Muslims often see the left as “too tolerant” towards a religion that hurt them. This was the only community I had though, and I read through everything. I was 13.
The other thing that people hate to admit is that, especially when you’re young, being mixed race is so damn hard. If I acted “too white”, following my mother’s German/Austrian traditions, I was accused of hiding my true nature. But if I acted “too brown” I was just another camel jockey. So I hid my “Indian” customs from others and tried passing as white. Especially online.
So I’m not saying this is all youtube’s fault or anything. I was raised to believe that the brown half of my family was lesser and stupid. And with my hatred of Islam, I believed it doubly.
Then came Anita Sarkeesian. I was watching pewdiepie and from there my recommendations were all set. If I’m remembering the pipeline it was pewdiepie - Philip Defranco - Chris Ray Gun (sp?) - Thunderfoot - Sargon - etc. But I was pretty much acquainted with all of the right wing youtube of the day.
Funnily enough, I found her through Thunderfoot. That got me into antifeminism, and more specifically, GamerGate.
I was primarily on the subreddits KIA (Kotaku In Action) and TIA (Tumblr In Action). Both made fun of the SJWs. I kid you not, I would gleefully wait for “Sanity Sunday”, where the people would talk about how feminism is disgusting, cultural appropriation is fake, the wage gap isnt real, etc. I would scroll through this tag for hours.
I got most of my youtube recommendations from those subreddits. This led me from GamerGate to more fascist lines of thinking, such as watching videos about why BLM is a terrorist organization, why all muslims were evil rapists, and why I was fundamentally right to reject my Indian heritage and follow my “correct” heritage.
From here I delved into “race realism”, and I believed it all. I had to. This was the only community I had felt safe in. One of the fash guys even offered to shack me up at his house if my parents kicked me out for being atheist. I was 15.
To say that again, I was 15 and believed that white was right, blue lives matter, “we wuz kangs”, etc. I never would have called myself a fascist or a Nazi. How could I? I used my brown skin as a token, so that people could point to me and say: “See, we aren’t misogynistic and racist! We have this brown girl right here.” But I believed in all the things the Nazis did. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t. I will never pretend I didn’t.
But then something happened. I admitted to myself, and to a few others, that I was gay. And suddenly, the homophobia that I had molded myself in, it didn’t fit right. I happened to, by accident, click on the reddit thread of GamerGhazi, the opposition to GamerGate. And after a long bout of introspection I found out that they were accepting of gay people, that the things I had been experiencing were common, that maybe, just maybe, we didn’t need a white ethnostate.
I don’t want to be dramatic but that accidental click saved my life.
From there it was a road of recovery. I deleted all my old accounts, made new ones, and started to read leftist theory. I found better friends, cut out old people. So now, just about two years later, I’m healing.
I think that’s everything. I probably got some times and dates wrong because I’ve been trying to move on from it. But if you need more info or anything like that, please let me know.
Reblogging for anyone who’s struggling with being an ex-fascist. Feel free to message me as well, I know how scary it can be.
Reblogging because, if this shows up often enough, maybe it will be someone else’s accidental click
By using a camera and computer vision software it is possible to make a fish control a robot car over land. By swimming towards an interesting object, the fish can explore the world beyond the limits of his tank. Via Studio diip
Ugh yes. Give him the tools to rule.
Women identify with monsters because they are driven to feel as though they are not human
Exactly. At least monsters have sharp teeth and can defend themselves.
Also, expression of pure rage.
monsters don’t have to be feminine and pretty and can eat the men who attack them
Not to derail either of these comments but let’s also examine their underlying sentiments a) women’s affinity with monstrousity is related to the degree of defenselessness and inability to express anger. Monsters are big and scary, monsters offer a metaphorical protection to what we see as a real threat (men) b) Monsters are free from the shackles of compulsory femininity which women can feel so alienating they identify with the inhuman. Anything which does not have to perform the constraints of “woman” is therefore freeing.
And when we are on our periods MEN consider us monsters >.> and the whole tie to werewolves cause of the moon affecting early women’s cycles
My students are up to something. They keep coming up to me and handing me pieces of fruit, and when I ask why, they just smile cryptically and say, “Don’t worry about it.”
Like, the apples I get. That’s a teacherly thing to give. But one of them just straight up handed me a grape.
I took a sick day today and sent an email to the first girl to hand me a piece of fruit, asking if I could have an explanation now.
Her response was to send me this meme:
That clarifies exactly nothing, thanks.
Walked into school today to an email from her saying: “There’s more to come, hope it doesn’t leave you *sour* (you’ll get that later).”
Ominous.
Just before my first class of the day, one of my students came floating in, a black cloak billowing behind her, hood pulled low over her eyes.
“An offering,” she said, handing me a plain white bag with a green ribbon.
Inside is this:
Life gave me a plastic lemon.
WE HAVE AN ANSWER!
Apparently this was the result of a number of my students playing Truth or Dare at a birthday party. I’m not sure which one of them came up with “I dare you to confuse Magistra by handing her a piece of fruit without explanation”, but I 100% approve of any thought process that ends with me getting free food.
That was wild until the finish.
One fear
had to get that off my chest…
