children's shelter

One of the most ludicrous things parents say is “Why aren’t you more grateful to us for feeding, clothing, and sheltering you?!”

It’s because you’re the parent. You have a duty to feed, clothe, and shelter your children. You’re not doing them a favor by making sure they don’t starve. You’re fulfilling one of the responsibilities of parenting. Your children don’t owe you for doing what you’re obligated to do.

Here’s an idea. Instead of completely banning children from electronic devices in an age when every real life activity and adult necessity depends increasingly heavily on phone and Internet access, give them realistic guidelines and teach them stranger danger like you would with going in public.

Sheltering makes people more vulnerable to blindly walking into the situations you are trying to protect them from.


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anonymous asked:

But what about people selling dogs and therefore taking away a potential home from a shelter pet? Only really applicable to people only buying a pet, not a dog for a specific task. Not really disagreeing with you for the big picture, but I have to smh at people who buy just a pet.

Well again, the idea that someone buying a dog from a breeder is ‘taking away a potential home’ from a shelter dog isn’t accurate. Just because someone doesn’t buy, or can’t buy, a dog from a breeder doesn’t mean that they will want or will adopt a dog from a shelter.

A lot of it is situational. People who want a pet dog have specific requirements based on where they live, their lifestyle, their energy level, how much they’re willing to groom, how much they want to exercise a dog, etc. There may not be a shelter dog in their area that fits their needs. In my city, for example, there are very few dogs available at the local shelter. They usually average 10-15 dogs at any one time. There have been times they have had no dogs available at all. That’s just my city. Other cities may be overwhelmed with adoptable dogs, and have an enormous range of dogs to choose from, giving potential adopters a greater chance of finding the dog that will fit their needs.

And I feel like it can’t be emphasized enough that people need dogs that fit their lifestyle. An older retired lady who wants a companion is not going to want a 1 year old 60 lb herding mix. A younger guy who jogs every day is probably not going to want an elderly chihuahua. Families who already have dogs, or cats, or children, will need a dog that has been socialized or can be socialized to live with dogs/cats/children. A shelter puppy with unknown parentage can be socialized to live with dogs/cats/children, but genetics could rear their ugly head when that dog grows up and turns out to be dog aggressive.

Rescue animals are fantastic. But with rescue animals there will always be some element of mystery and risk involved. Mystery breed, mystery socialization, mystery training. I’m not saying all rescues are ticking time bombs, but knowing the background of an animal can make a huge difference in taking them into your home and being prepared to care for them and meet their specific needs. If you’re prepared to take on possible health or behavioral problems with a rescue animal, that’s great! That’s what I’ve done with most of my animals. But if you are not prepared to deal with possible health or behavioral problems, if you have a lifestyle that limits itself to a specific type of dog, rescue may not be the best option for you or the rescued animal.

If you buy a dog from a responsible breeder, you’re going to know all the traits of that breed, you’re going to be able to meet the parents, you’re going to know how that puppy has been socialized and what they’ve been exposed to from day one. This can be extremely important for people who have children, who already have other pets, who want some advance knowledge about what they’re getting into and how this dog is likely to grow up.

And again - if somebody wants a pet, but they have specific requirements for that pet, and there are not rescue animals that fit those requirements, they will not rescue an animal as a pet. This is not a home being stolen from a rescue animal, because this is not a home that can handle having a rescue animal.

I mean long story short every prospective animal owner needs an animal that fits their lifestyle and their capabilities (this is how animals stay in homes instead of bouncing back to a rescue situation). Every prospective animal owner lives in a different area where their access to breeders good and bad and rescues good and bad varies. When some breeders are shitty, some rescues are shitty, some breeders are great, some rescues are great, etc etc etc, it all comes down to people being educated and taking the responsibility to find a dog that they can guarantee keeping for its whole life.

Adopting a dog because it feels good and there’s pressure to ‘adopt, don’t buy!’ means nothing if that dog makes them miserable, gets stuck in a kennel in a backyard for the rest of its life, bites another dog and ends up euthanized, or just gets dumped at the shelter again. And that’s the main reason I will never shame people into adoption over purchasing a pet, because adoption should be undertaken with the exact same amount of care, research, and commitment as buying from a breeder.

A Prayer to the Many Gods

Wepwawet, opener of ways, granter of choices,
unfolder of options, I praise and honor you.

Anubis, measurer of hearts, friend of the dead,
warder against the dark, I praise and honor you.

Hathor, lady of gold, mistress of joy and pleasure,
steadfast friend of women, I praise and honor you.

Sekhmet, most mighty and most beautiful of gods,
healer of humanity, I praise and honor you.

Bast, devouring lady, mistress of truth and light,
preserver of the family, I praise and honor you.

Tefnut, lady of the waters, bringer of rain
to the dusty land, I praise and honor you.

Shu, lord of the air, steady and still of bearing,
master of the winds, I praise and honor you.

Heru-wer, great of terror, lord of flame, granter
of a heart bold and brave, I praise and honor you.

Ma’at, daughter of creation, ideal of the worlds,
mistress of the right, I praise and honor you.

Djehuti, great scribe of Ma’at, master of the pen,
lord of truth and wisdom, I praise and honor you.

Seshet, lady of names and numbers, mistress
of records, keeper of time, I praise and honor you.

Great Ptah, merciful of face, friend of the maker,
whose words work upon the earth, I praise and honor you.

Sokar of the opened wings, lord of the dark,
master of artisans, I praise and honor you.

Wesir, beautiful one who rests upon Ma’at,
lord of the silent lands, I praise and honor you.

Aset, queen of heaven, mistress of magics,
upholder of the good, I praise and honor you.

Heru-sa-Aset, master of magics, just one,
savior of your father, I praise and honor you.

Nephthys, mistress of renewal, friend of the dead,
easer of sorrows, I praise and honor you.

Set of the red land, before whom the sky shakes,
breaker of boundaries, I praise and honor you.

Nut of the sheltering sky, who holds a thousand souls,
lady of the starry night, I praise and honor you.

Geb, first and eldest of kings, deep father earth
who marks the joys of life, I praise and honor you.

Ra who is in heaven, who is in the horizon,
giver of light and life, I praise and honor you.

Khepera, ancient one, bright-winged one, wise and shining
heart of the morning sun, I praise and honor you.

Heruakhety who crosses the sky with incense,
great god of the horizon, I praise and honor you.

Amun, self-created one, king whose name is hidden,
protector of the humble, I praise and honor you.

Beautiful Mut, world-mother, mistress of heaven,
shelter of children, I praise and honor you.

Taweret, friend of women, friend of the home,
guardian of the family, I praise and honor you.

Kindly Bes, guardian of home and family, granter
of life’s many joys, I praise and honor you.

Neith, friend of the weaver and the warrior,
great of might, ancient of name, I praise and honor you.

Sobek who made the herbage green, lord of dark waters,
mender of a damaged world, I praise and honor you.

Khnum of the crumpled horn, self-created one,
worker upon the wheel, I praise and honor you.

Khonsu, path-finder, night-shining one, healer
and guardian, friend of women, I praise and honor you.

Nefertem who is beautiful, lily of the sun,
lord of healing, lord of scent, I praise and honor you.

Serqet, mistress of the beautiful house,
protector from poisons, I praise and honor you.

Mafdet, slayer of serpents, mistress of justice,
allotter of penance, I praise and honor you.

Meretseger, great of judgment, guardian of kings,
lady of the great peak, I praise and honor you.

Maahes, lord of slaughter, avenger of wrongs,
opposer of evil, I praise and honor you.

Montu, battle-wise, great bull who meets all foes,
might of the blasting sun, I praise and honor you.

Bountiful Min, virile and strong, lord of the black earth,
the swell of tender green, I praise and honor you.

Renenutet, lady of the fertile fields,
namer of children, I praise and honor you.

Mighty Heka, lord of magic, speaker of words,
placer of the ka, I praise and honor you.

Wadjet who guards the green, warder of the red crown,
protector of children, I praise and honor you.

Nekhbet, mother of mothers, broad-winged goddess,
keeper of the white crown, I praise and honor you.

Atum of the dark waters, O great of name,
first among the gods, I praise and honor you.

Great Nun, father of fathers, mother of mothers,
you from whom all arose, I praise and honor you.

My name is not Jane Doe, but I am a Jane Doe.

I’m a 17 year old girl that came to this country to make a better life for myself. My journey wasn’t easy, but I came here with hope in my heart to build a life I can be proud of. I dream about studying, becoming a nurse, and one day working with the elderly.

When I was detained, I was placed in a shelter for children. It was there that I was told I was pregnant. I knew immediately what was best for me then, as I do now – that I’m not ready to be a parent. Thanks to my lawyers, Rochelle Garza and Christine Cortez, and with the help of Jane’s Due Process, I went before a judge and was given permission to end my pregnancy without my parents’ consent. I was nervous about appearing in court, but I was treated very kindly. I am grateful that the judge agreed with my decision and granted the bypass.

While the government provides for most of my needs at the shelter, they have not allowed me to leave to get an abortion. Instead, they made me see a doctor that tried to convince me not to abort and to look at sonograms. People I don’t even know are trying to make me change my mind. I made my decision and that is between me and God. Through all of this, I have never changed my mind.

No one should be shamed for making the right decision for themselves. I would not tell any other girl in my situation what they should do. That decision is hers and hers alone.

I’ve been waiting for more than a month since I made my decision. It has been very difficult to wait in the shelter for news that the judges in Washington, D.C. have given me permission to proceed with my decision. I am grateful for this, and I ask that the government accept it. Please stop delaying my decision any longer.

My lawyers have told me that people around the country have been calling and writing to show support for me. I am touched by this show of love from people I may never know and from a country I am just beginning to know – to all of you, thank you.

This is my life, my decision. I want a better future. I want justice.

—  Statement from Jane Doe, via her guardian

Neerja Bhanot (1963-1986) was a Pan Am flight attendant who sacrificed her life in order to prevent a greater tragedy. When Pan Am Flight 73, going from Mumbai to New York, was hijacked by four terrorists on September 5 1986, she alerted the rest of the crew, allowing them to flee, and took control of the cabin.

When the terrorists asked for the passenger’s passports so they could identify the Americans, she disposed of the documents and helped a number of passengers escape through an emergency door. She was killed while sheltering three children from a rain of bullets.

She was posthumously given the Ashkok Chakra Award, the highest peacetime bravery award in India.

Started thinking about alterna!Obi today while opening at work. An Obi-Wan who Falls in the generator complex on Naboo in order to save Qui-Gon…

An Obi-Wan who’s banished from the Order because he used the Dark Side to beat a Sith…

An Obi-Wan whose Master defended him, but not nearly enough to save him, and ends up watching his Master take on a new Padawan only days after his banishment…

An Obi-Wan who’s hard and angry and just wants to tear something apart with his bare hands because he can’t contain his hurt…

An Obi-Wan who, when faced with Dooku trying to recruit him, goes “fuck this system” and forges his own way to use the Force, both Dark and Light…

An Obi-Wan who becomes a bounty hunter for the poor and helpless with no one else to turn to, whom the Outer Rim whispers about in the shadows…

An Obi-Wan who makes a living hunting down murderers and rapists and smugglers and bringing them to justice, but makes a life freeing slaves and finding homes for orphaned children and sheltering people who are just as lost as he is…

… and then I thought “what if this Darksider!Obi-Wan with snarky assholish tendencies gets tossed into a more canon universe, sees Rex and his pining-after-General-Kenobi-from-afar face, and goes ‘yep, that one, I want that one’.”

anonymous asked:

Funny how reynos go running to comfort some white bitch whos celebrated Finn's getting hurt. You don't call out racism in your fandom but you'll run to comfort them when they get called out. I just think it's funny :))

Let’s go through your message, anon.  

First, yes I did comfort a fellow Reylo recently.  I’m assuming you are talking about @coupdefoudrey , who received some pretty vile Anti-Semitic messages recently.  What you and your friends did isn’t calling out, it’s harassment.

Second, I comforted her because I value her feelings because unlike Finn, she’s a real person.  This is something you and your little group of victim playing sociopaths forget when you go to avenge imaginary slights against imaginary characters. 

Third, I have yet to see an incident of racism not addressed in this fandom.  In fact, for the longest time, many people would rush to attack a person when what they did was not intentional and was the cause of being from a different culture.  I am honestly proud of Reylos for taking a step back from the callout culture and attempting to educate rather than eviscerate. 

I’m not sugar coating this next part; every single one of you and your anti friends are sociopaths.  You take pleasure in harming real people under the delirious reasoning of helping.  If you wanted to help people, you would spend your time doing productive things.  You could volunteer to work with disadvantaged children, walk shelter dogs, raise money to donate to real victims of abuse if you truly wanted to help.  Hell, you could make content for your own ship and be far more productive than you are now.   Instead, you and your sociopathic friends spend their free time circle jerking to something that supposedly triggers them.  Each one of you competing to cum the hardest while shouting all the ways an imaginary ship has victimized you personally.  You and your friends are so completely pathetic and your lives are absolutely disgraceful.  

Your parents should be ashamed of the monsters they have raised, ones that believe it is okay to threaten real people over imaginary characters.  What you are doing isn’t because of immaturity from youth or from mental illness.  All of you are just horrible assholes who lack empathy because you were raised to believe that everything you think and feel is incredibly important.  You truly believe that the importance you personally place on a fictional character is more important than someone else’s mental health and therefore have the right to send them threats and Anti-Semitic messages.  You derive pleasure from harming real people and I worry for the safety of the people around you.

Since we are talking about things we find funny, I think it’s hilarious that you would reach out to me over this matter and expect me to address it in any other way than what I just did.  Now if you will excuse me, I have to finish editing stories for a Reylo project that is coming out soon and am very busy.  Since you obviously have nothing productive to do, I would offer for you to come help me, but from your original message, we both know your editing abilities are not up for such a task.  


Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader x Baby Liam

Request by @piratecaptainmouse Do you think I could get a small fic about Derek reacting to finding out his girlfriend/wife can’t have kids? […]

Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long 🙈



I try to fake a smile when I open the loft door. Derek and I have been trying to get a baby but it just wouldn’t work. So we both decided to go to the doctor and get ourselfs checked. “Hey.” Derek greets me with a soft kiss. “Hei.” I hug him and we sit down on the sofa.

“How was it? You don’t look happy. What happened?” I snuggle up to him. “I…I…” he pulls me closer to his chest. “I can’t have children.” I start crying and Derek pulls me even closer, if thats possible. “It’s alright… we can adopt some?” he kisses my forehead.

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“B-but I wanted it so bad… I just want to be a mom.” I sob into his shirt. “I know Y/N. I’m so sorry. I wish that I could take your faith. I know how important this is to you.”

He holds me in his arms until the tears have stopped running down my cheeks. “If you want we can visit the orphanage. I mean the pack already sees us as their parents and… we could just get other children that were left by their parents. We can help them.” he caresses my cheek.

“T-that sounds nice.” he smiles at me and pulls me closer. “I’ll see if we can visit one this week okay?” I nod and cuddle closer to him.

- A few days later -

“Are you ready?” we stand in front of the local orphanage. “Yes. Let’s see our baby.” I smile and he squeezes my hand. We walk into the building and are greated by an older lady. “Mr and Mrs Hale?” we nod and shake her hand.

“It’s so nice to meet you. Your husband told me that you would like to have a very young child?” I look at Derek and he smiles at me. “Our youngest is 2 months, the oldest is 15 years old. Would you like to see the baby station first?”

“That would be great.” Derek answers and we follow her to a little hallway. On the side are small windows so you can see the children inside. It’s like in an animal shelter. Poor children… I let go of Dereks hand and walk to a small window.

There’s a little baby wrapped in a blanket and he’s looking at me. His eyes are flashing golden for a moment, but then it’s gone again. “Oh…that’s Liam…he’s very special.” Derek walks up behind me. “You mean a werewolf?” the lady breathes in sharply.

Then she catches herself. “I should have know that it was Derek Hale. There’s only one famous Hale family in Beacon Hills.” she smiles. “Well so about Liam…” she pushes her glasses in place. “Nobody wants him. Well they think he’s cute but after a few meeting they never come back again.”

I look at the little body wrapped in the blanket again. He smiles at me. “I want him.” the woman clears her throat. “Are you sure?” I nod. “I need him. He even looks like me.” I smile and Derek puts a hand on my back.

“Can we play with him a little?” the woman smiles. “Of course. Pack Parents would make great parents for a baby werewolf. Should’ve thought about that earlier.” she whispers the last part to herself, smiles and unlocks the door to Liams room.

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“Hello little one.” I coo and take him out of his crip. He immediatly cuddles with me and I smile at Derek. “Can we keep him? Pleaaase.” I try to look at him with my best puppy face. “Everything you want.” he kisses my forehead and looks at little Liam in my arms. “You’re going to be our little baby. Nobody will ever hurt or abandon you again.” I smile at the scene. Derek has so much love in his eyes… How did I get such a great guy?

interjected-perspective  asked:

Why do you think the fandom is more apt to believe that Lyanna went with Rhaegar willinging instead of her being kidnapped by him? I've read it's bc Ned doesn't think about Rhaegar with the hate that Robert does. Yet, Ned doesn't seem to be a hateful person. I can't recall him having hateful thoughts towards Aerys despite his father and brother unjust murder. People refer to Lyanna as a homewrecker or a naive idiot. Why is that easier to believe than her being a victim of Rhaegar's obsession?

Ned certainly has hateful thoughts — consider how he thinks of the Lannisters, especially Tywin and Jaime. Just from a brief search, I found these quotes:

“Ned would sooner entrust a child to a pit viper than to Lord Tywin”

“Ned Stark would have loved nothing so well as to see them [Jaime and Sandor] both lose”

“Do you remember Ser Jorah Mormont?”
“Would that I might forget him,” Ned said bluntly.

“What a wretched king I’ve been. Bad as Aerys, the gods spare me.”
“No,” Ned told his dying friend, “not so bad as Aerys, Your Grace. Not near so bad as Aerys.”

So you can’t say Ned’s so mild-mannered that he can’t hold a grudge. But it’s not just Ned who doesn’t seem to hate Rhaegar, it’s everybody who knew him and speaks of him, with Robert as the only exception. Painting him as a crazy kidnapper and slavering rapist seems remarkably out of character. Some would say that it just took a while for the Targaryen madness to kick in, but from Jaime’s memories right before the Battle of the Trident, Rhaegar seemed perfectly rational.

So when you weigh all the evidence, people tend to judge more on Rhaegar’s side, and think the “kidnapping” was far more willing than it appeared. Also, fandom has an extremely strong tendency to romanticize… not just the stereotypical fangirl woobifiers, but the handsome-prince-and-beautiful-maiden storyteller types as well. And then there’s GRRM’s tendency towards irony and deconstruction — Brandon Stark charges heedlessly into the Mad King’s claws to save his sister, Robert “starts a war” to rescue his betrothed — wouldn’t it be just like these books if she had never been kidnapped at all?

Personally, I believe in a balance of both views — that Lyanna may have been charmed by Rhaegar, but also saw him as a way out of the marriage to Robert that she didn’t want — and he saw the perfect mother of the child he had to have for the prophecy, which to him was much more important than mere politics.

And I hate the homewrecker / seductress depiction of Lyanna with all the depth of my soul, but of course she was naive. She was only 14 at Harrenhal, 15 (or possibly younger) when she went off with Rhaegar. That’s not an adult even by Westeros standards, Ned even calls her a “child-woman”. And we know from all the Stark children that being sheltered and naive and having a tendency to believe in story roles is pretty typical of them. (Yes, all of them; Bran and Arya and Sansa believed in knights, Jon believed in the goodness of the Night’s Watch, etc. And Ned was not exactly good at the game or dealing with false faces either, was he.)

If Lyanna went willingly with Rhaegar because she believed he loved her, or if he told her she was a warrior like Queen Visenya and promised her all the things her father and her culture wouldn’t let her have, if she didn’t know about his obsession — that’s being naive, yes, but not being an idiot. And if she wasn’t kidnapped, yet when she learned how everything had gone so horribly wrong for her family and the country, when she learned it was because of her, when she finally realized she was in way too deep, when she learned she couldn’t escape… well, yes, you definitely could call her a victim of Rhaegar’s obsession. But not in the way Robert thought she was.

(Note, besides the links above, I’ve talked about this many times, and consider this fic near-canon.)

Too Young, Too Dumb, Too Powerful Part 3

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Other characters: Pepper Potts

When Tony was a reckless young playboy he had his late night adventures usually ending with a girl in his bed, but when he met your mother, everything in his world changed. He fell in love with her beautiful smile and her contagious laugh. When he knocked her up it had been the happiest he had ever been, knowing that he was going to start a family with the love of his life. When your mother went into labour, there had been many complications that it left her dead ten minutes after you had been brought into the world. Tony Stark was left with a baby girl and a broken heart. He knew what he had to do, and it was to raise you right even if that meant raising you as a single parent. You were Tony Stark’s most prize possession, not the suits. You were his princess and he treated you like one. But when his princess gets older and meets Tony Stark’s newest recruit, Spiderman/Peter Parker, Tony realizes you’re growing up and he could lose you as well.

“What are we gonna do?” I panicked. How did my dad know? He has cameras in every room but he swore he’d never check mine unless there was an emergency.

“Oh my god, I’m going to lose everything. Spider Man is over,” he turned to me, his eyes were glossy, “we’re done, aren’t we?” He asked but he already knew the answer. I looked down at the floor and nodded weakly.

I heard a knock at the door. At first I was hesitate to open it for it could be my dad, probably in one of his suits, ready to take care of Peter himself. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the calming voice of Pepper.

“Y/N, sweetie, I’m sorry but you have to get out here.” I responded with a weak ‘okay’ and turned to Peter. I pulled Peter close for, possibly, our last kiss.

We walked out of my room and were greeted by Pepper in her work attire. She gave the two of use a small smile before leading us the common room. I make this walk multiple times a day, but I had never felt so miserable while walking in my own home.

When we reached the common room you could feel the anger and tension rising when my dad turned to see Peter Parker, his trustful Spider Man, standing rather close to his beloved daughter. Tony Stark is one of the smartest people in the world, and up until now he had never felt so clueless. What was the worst is that he was clueless about something that had to with his own daughter. Tony was fully aware of how protective of you, but when you’ve seen the world through the Iron Mask, you see how bad the world can be. He’s seen children without parents, food, shelter, hell he has seen kids being held captive against their will and working for criminals.

My dad walked into the middle of the room and crossed his arms. He raised his head as though he expected us to speak right away, but anything we said would not help us.

“Dad,” I began but he interrupted me before I could finish.

“No, sweet and honest daughter of mine,” he said with anger and sarcasm, “I wanna hear from Mr. Parker over here. He seems to have made quite a home for himself here and with my daughter. Please, Peter, enlighten me.” My dad’s words were dripping with anger, anything Peter said would dig him into an even deeper hole than he was already in.

“Mr. Stark, I’m so-”

“No. You’re done here.” He walked between Peter and I and Peter stumbled back into the wall behind him. “I want the suit, I want all the little toys back, and I want you gone, from my daughter, for good.”

“S-sir, Mr. Stark, I promise I never had any bad intentions-”

“FRIDAY show Mr. Parker his way out, and permanently ban him from this building or any other establishment of mine.” My dad spoke as he walked towards his lab, not looking either one of us in the eyes.

“Dad,” I called out but he didn’t turn. “Dad,” I tried again but nothing. “ANTHONY STARK TURN AROUND THIS INSTANT OR-”

“Or what?” he threatened.

“Dad, you can’t do this.” I cried. I turned and saw Happy escorting Peter out of the room and far away from me.

“I can’t do this? Bullshit. I can do whatever the fuck I want when it comes to you. You’re my fucking kid for god sakes! I can’t believe you lied to my face and didn’t bother telling me any of this. You’re never seeing that kid again. You hear me?” His voice got louder and more aggressive as he spoke.

“Daddy, I-”

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” His words dripped of anger. “That internship, with Strange, forget about it. It’s gone. Let me know when my real daughter is ready to have a conversation, because this isn’t her.” He spun around, without another word, and walked into his lab. He was probably not gonna come out for a few days.

I fell to the ground, sobbing. Pepper came beside me and I rested my head on her chest and cried. She was trying to sooth me, but it wasn’t working. It wouldn’t.

I lost everything.

The internship.

My father’s trust.

I lost my everything.


“Pepper I need to get out of here.” I cried. She stroked my hair as she held me close to her.

“I know, Y/N. It will get better. Your father won’t be mad at you for long. He absolutely adores you. He couldn’t go longer than a day without checking up on you. This will-”

“What about Peter? I love him,” I began crying again, “ I love him so much Pepper how am I going to recover from this?” I asked as I lifted myself from Pepper’s grasp.

“You’re a Stark. You guys are the strongest people I’ve met.”

“I ruined everything for him. He lost Spider-Man, Pepper. He probably hates me.” That thought made you burst out into a harder cry as you fell back in Pepper’s arms.

After a session of crying, Pepper walks into the labs where she sees a very distraught Tony with his head in his palms. She could tell by the mess he had made he was trying to drown the sound of your cries and distract himself at the same time.

“You can’t blame her, Tony. I know it may seem-”

“I can’t blame her? She deliberately went behind my back to be with one of my workers. She broke all the rules I had. She was so close to completely losing her innocence. I saw the security footage, Pepper, I saw it.”

“Tony, that’s absolutely ridiculous. They’re both good kids, and Y/N has a very smart head on her shoulders as well as Peter. They would never do something like that! They’re only 16! You can’t really think Peter would do such a thing?”

“Exactly Pepper! They’re 16! Peter’s a teenage boy! They all have a hard time keeping it in their pants. I should’ve listened to everyone else. This wasn’t a good idea bringing someone Y/N’s age into this facility, this life.”

“Do you hear how selfish you sound? Depriving your teenage daughter a regular life? She’s almost a young adult! You can’t keep her sheltered forever, Tony, it’s not how the world works. Her life is being surrounded by crazy technology, super soldiers, assassins, a raging green monster, and Demi-gods. You and everyone she loves is constantly in danger. She finally had someone who understood that, who understands all of this madness, but you stripped that away from her.”

“What happens when Peter’s ready? Hmm? He goes out into the world and gets hurt or worse. It’s on me. She’s heartbroken and she’ll hate me for the rest of our lives. I lost her mother, I’ve almost lost you, and I would never want her to feel that.”

“Remember New York? Flying through a portal into space? Almost dying? You called her that day. I was right by her side. You said ‘Daddy may not come home this time,’ and she bawled for hours. She’s felt heartbreak before, and it was almost losing the most important man in her life, her father, Tony.”

Tony sighed in defeat. Once again Pepper was right, she usually was when it came to Y/N. “I’ll go talk to her.”

Tony walked through the halls to your room. Once he arrived he knocked on the door. No answer. He tried again. Still no answer.

“Y/N, honey, it’s me. I know you don’t want to talk but please hear me out.”

Once again, no answer. Tony begins to worry.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., please open up Y/N’s door.”

“Certainly, Sir.” And the door unlocks and Tony turned the knob. He walks in and you are nowhere to be found. He checked your closet. Not there. Your bathroom. No sign. He yells for Pepper in a panic and she runs as fast as she could to the teenager’s room.

“She’s gone.”

In which I (sleepily) rant about Harry Potter and Christian homeschooling

Harry Potter was something to fear growing up. For those of us who were aware of the books’ existence, we classified them as “dangerous.” We were told that these books would invite demons into our homes. My mother was convinced that the only way J.K. Rowling could think up such things were if demons influenced her dreams and caused her to write it. No shit. She’s thoroughly convinced that this is the same case with the author of the Twilight books too.

This type of paranoid, extremist thinking isn’t uncommon at all in the fundamentalist Christian homeschooling communities. With my experience down in the South where religion already runs rampant, I witnessed how that atmosphere fueled the twisted ideologies of Christian homeschooling parents to the point of insanity. If they believe that demons are real and that bringing in certain secular material that “promotes” witchcraft will invoke demons, then who’s going to stop them? After all, the parents know what’s best…right?

What happens to the brains of these children who are so sheltered from the world in the name of keeping them Christian and pure? Because in this world, demons are real and you’ll go to Hell if you don’t accept Jesus as your Savior. Fear is instilled in us from the very beginning. Fear of the outside world, other people (mostly “unbelievers”), sex, and losing our eternal salvation. We were forced to grow up in this rigid way of thinking, lest we lose ourselves to the “secular world.”

The religious homeschool world can be a pretty fucked up place to grow up in, though.

But as it turns out, thankfully, Harry Potter isn’t evil. Rejecting Christianity didn’t make me a terrible, immoral, hateful person. If anything, leaving Christianity made me a better person because I’m a kinder and much more compassionate human being now. And yo, Harry Potter is the bomb. Like, who the hell wants to deprive their children of this stuff?! It’s awesome! Unlike what my mother taught me, it doesn’t teach you spells. It takes you on this fucking magical journey and…damn, one of my favorite book series ever so far.

Stop depriving your kids, people, and just let us live a little. Life is short.