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anonymous asked:

3 18 and 20 pls???

3. Would you have an owl, cat, or toad?

A toad. Before anyone questions my sanity, I could filch a chicken egg from the Hogwarts coop and force the amphibian to sit upon it for the necessary amount of time and hatch me a Basilisk.

The Chamber of Secrets would be a perfect place to commence such a covert operation. ~Tom

18. If available, would you use a love potion on someone?

Never. Though some would assume that all ‘bad’ - what they considered to be bad - people would all agree on everything, that is in fact not the case. I have my own morals though they are heavily buried and influenced by my own experiences.

Harry had been very gentle in exposing the truth of how I was conceived. The fool who birthed me thought she was being brilliant when in fact she ruined not only her own life, but her husband’s and mine as well. She was weak and not someone I wish to be connected to. 

Her actions are not those to be revered nor imitated. By anyone. ~Tom

20. Favourite Death Eater?

Crabbe or Goyle. They simply do as they are told and don’t argue. While not intellectually stimulating, it is better to have blind faith than to have those with minds of their own, questioning your every action. ~Tom

Ableist hostility disguised as friendliness

Some people relate to people with disabilities in a dangerous and confusing way. They see themselves as helpers, and at first they seem to really like the person. Then the helper suddenly become aggressively hostile, and angry about the disabled person’s limitations or personality (even though they have not changed in any significant way since they started spending time together). Often, this is because the helper expected their wonderful attention to erase all of the person’s limitations, and they get angry when it doesn’t.

The logic works something like this:

  • The helper thinks that they’re looking past the disability and seeing the “real person” underneath.
  • They expect that their kindness  will allow the “real person” to emerge from the shell of disability.
  • They really like “real person” they think they are seeing, and they’re excited about their future plans for when that person emerges.
  • But the “real person” is actually figment of their imagination.

The disabled person is already real:

  • The helper doesn’t like this already-real disabled person very much
  • The helper ignores most of what the already-real person actually says, does, thinks, and feels.
  • They’re looking past the already-real person, and seeing the ghost of someone they’d like better.

This ends poorly:

  • The already-real person never turns into the ghost the helper is imagining
  • Disability stays important; it doesn’t go away when a helper tries to imagine it out of existence
  • Neither do all of the things the already-real disabled person thinks, feels, believes, and decides
  • They are who they are; the helper’s wishful thinking doesn’t turn them into someone else
  • The helper eventually notices that the already-real person isn’t becoming the ghost that they’ve been imagining
  • When the helper stop imagining the ghost, they notice that the already-real person is constantly doing, saying, feeling, believing, and deciding things that the helper hates
  • Then the helper gets furious and becomes openly hostile

The helper has actually been hostile to the disabled person the whole time

  • They never wanted to spend time around the already-real disabled person; they wanted someone else
  • (They probably didn’t realize this)
  • At first, they tried to make the already-real disabled person go away by imagining that they were someone else
  • (And by being kind to that imaginary person)
  • When they stop believing in the imaginary person, they become openly hostile to the real person

Tl;dr Sometimes ableist hostility doesn’t look like hostility at first. Sometimes people who are unable or unwilling to respect disabled people seem friendly at first. They try to look past disability, and they interact with an imaginary nondisabled person instead of the real disabled person. They’re kind to the person they’re imagining, even though they find the real person completely unacceptable. Eventually they notice the real person and become openly hostile. The disabled person’s behavior has not changed; the ableist’s perception of it has. When someone does this to you, it can be very confusing — you were open about your disability from the beginning, and it seemed like they were ok with that, until they suddenly weren’t. If this has happened to you, you are not alone.

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Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is often covert and difficult to notice, with only 5-6% of individuals with DID having a more florid presentation. Switching between alters is rarely accompanied by dramatic shifts in personality that are highlighted by changes in clothing, preferences, and accent. In contrast, systems often go to great lengths to hide their condition and will deny and downplay their symptoms as much as possible once diagnosed. Alters frequently manifest through passive influence instead of completely taking executive control, and many individuals with DID are amnesiac for their own amnesia and do not notice even when a full switch has occurred.
—  DID-Research.org

a stolen moment

  • me: *writes a really positive and innocent fan message to a blog i love*
  • me: *sits in a panic frantically refreshing their blog until they answer my message to make sure i didn't forgot to click anon*

0700: I’ll Give You Control, But Just For Tonight

“Thanks for the ride,” Harper murmurs, but she makes no move to exit Harry’s car.

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he replies quietly, his head slowly turning so that he’s facing her. It’s the first time that she notices the smallest of bruises underneath his right eye.

Harper doesn’t think as she lightly presses her index finger against the bruise, tracing the wound. Harry tenses at first under her touch, but he lets her do as she pleases. His eyes flick back and forth between her face and her fingers, but her eyes are solely on the discolored patch of skin.

“Sorry about this,” she whispers and her thumb rubs underneath his eye, the rest of her palm lightly cupping his cheek.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve had worse.” His lips barely move as he replies. Both of them seemed to know that any loud sound would break them out of whatever moment they were having.

“Do you want to come inside to ice it?” The words slip out before she can think any better of herself. Her breathing stops as she waits for a reply.

“Sure.” Both of them let out a loud breath simultaneously.

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When I was in theatre class we discussed what happens when you watch a play. My teacher explained that when we watch or listen to or read something that is conventionally fictional, we suspend our reality. This means that in the moment, wha ever we are watching is, in all intents and purposes, real. So technically, when we watch a TV show or movie or read a book, that is reality. When a person is upset over a fictional character, they are upset over someone their reality suspended as a real person. So don’t ever make fun of someone for being sad when their favorite character dies, because to them, that person was real.

“Why would the Japanese government have complaints about Blackwatch, a covert ops organization?”

Answer:

Gabriel, situation room in Tokyo: Alright, Genji - we got a lot of dirt on this politician, but we need the final nail in the coffin (heh). I need you to get in there and rip his offline files with that hard drive I gave you.

Genji: Understood, Commander!

Gabriel: Remember - no one sees you going in, no one sees you coming out.

Genji: Please, sir - I am a ninja. I have been trained in the ancient arts of stealth by the last living ninja clan in Japan. I am ready for this!

Gabriel: All the same, good luck and be smart, agent.

Genji: Yessir!

Also Genji: *runs up side of skyscraper, every part of his cyborg body lighting up brightass red like a rave, screaming at the top of his lungs* THE DRAGON BECOMES ME

Gabriel: …

Gabriel, turning to a monitor: Well, at least I can count on Jesse to investigate London properly -

*On the monitor: a cowboy dressed in all black and high heels on the top of Big Ben, waving his laser-sighted revolver around wildly as he yells, “IT’S HIGH NOON”*

Gabriel: …

Gabriel: so can I go back to being Strike-Commander?

Jack: …funny, I thought you needed a statue to be the Strike-Commander.

Gabriel: …

Jack: …

Gabriel: …I deserved that one.