people through windows

hogwarts houses & autumn aesthetics

gryffindor. oversized jumpers; roasting marshmallows over a crackling fire; laughing hysterically while pumpkin carving; the smell of cinnamon and baking; playing in puddles with bright gumboots; hair blowing wildly in the wind; cute beanies with pom poms; warm, rosy cheeks; burning your tongue when you sip a hot drink too quickly; early morning runs; worn, flannel shirts; pretending to be a dragon with clouds of warm breath in the cold air

hufflepuff. long, woollen socks; vanilla-scented candles; a warm blanket over your shoulders; jumping into a pile of autumn leaves; fluffy earmuffs; creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; hanging fairylights everywhere; playing with your pet on a warm rug; thick mittens; a warm bath to relax after a long day; the crunching of leaves underfoot; capturing the image of dancing leaves with a vintage camera

ravenclaw. people-watching through foggy windows in cafés; reading a favourite book by candlelight; long, thick scarves; staying up late to play board games; wandering aimlessly under falling leaves; oversized, knitted cardigans; muted sunlight filtered through autumn leaves; late nights binging on netflix; a chilly wind freezing the tip of your nose; scribbling in notebooks under overcast skies; the natural silence of the woods; the dancing tendrils of steam from a mug of hot tea

slytherin. cold and misty mornings; warming your hands on a mug of hot coffee; dark lip colours; the dance of walking barefoot across a cold floor; stylish, long overcoats; falling asleep to the pattering of rain on the window; meandering wooded roads; lace-up leather boots; the flickering of candlelight in the dark; lying on a tartan blanket while listening to music through headphones; burying yourself in soft, warm blankets at the end of the day

hogwarts houses & autumn aesthetics

gryffindor. the crackling of fire; roasted marshmallows; loud laughs; soft pillows; socked feet; burning your tongue while sipping a hot drink too quickly; jumping in coloured piles of leaves; the smell of cinnamon, orange and chocolate; hair blowing wildly in the wind; oversized sweaters; listening to loud music through headphones; baking with friends and laughing hysterically at the mess you create; watching stars from the rooftop; lying on the floor in a moment of deep thought

ravenclaw. watching people through foggy windows in cafes; overthinking; clouds of warm breath in the cold air; the cold crisp of air against your face; cups of hot coffee in the morning; listening to the hammering of the rain against the window, or the roof; wrapping up in soft blankets; silent chuckles; hidden smiles; the sound of pages turning; soft scarves; muttering something under your breath while concentrating; loose ponytails; deep conversations at night; paint in warm colours; tired yawns; falling stars

hufflepuff. messy buns; the sound of crunching leaves under your boots; knotted cardigans; wide smiles; star gazing; deep sighs; soft socks; rosy cheeks; fluffy earmuffs; vanilla scented candles; hanging fairy lights everywhere; warm and long hugs; hot chocolate with marshmallows; pumpkin carving; staying in bed just a little bit longer; flower crowns; sunny mornings; walking around with flowers in your jeans pockets; delighted laughs; capturing the last rays of sun with a vintage camera; intertwined fingers; cuddles

slytherin. cold fingertips; walking through the woods; inhaling the cold air at night; content smiles; the feeling you get when you can finally lay in bed after a shitty day; pressing your forehead against a cold window; combat boots and oversized coats; dark lip colours; the flickering of candle light in the darkness; misty mornings; black tea; leather gloves; deep, husky voices; amused smirks; walking barefoot on a cold, wooden floor; black, wide-brimmed hats and vintage sunglasses 


Welcome to Kappa Kappa (originally Kappa Kappa Beta but that last part fell off), Lake Lilac University’s first and only co-ed fraternity!

I’m literal trash and also a community college student who still lives with their parents so I’LL TRY NOT TO MESS THIS UP:

Max-Everyone is sure he should have graduated by now, but he’s been in the dorm for so long and still has his major as “undeclared”. No one knows if he actually goes to LLU or not, he never attends class. He’s also somehow behind every out-of-control party or riot that happens on campus or in the dorm, or least DJing. Has been living in Kappa Kappa because it’s the cheapest but he hates everyone, especially the RAs. Nikki did his tattoo. 

Neil-STEM Major. Actually does his work and attends classes and was dead-set on not becoming a party kid, but is always the first one to get absolutely smashed at every party. Max’s roommate. 

Nikki-No one knows what her major is. Like Max, no one is entirely sure if she actually goes to LLU, but everyone seems to have a class with her. Often climbs in through peoples’ windows because she got “locked out again”, although no one actually knows which room is hers or if she actually lives in the dorm. Got kicked out of Gamma Lambda Sigma (AKA college Flower Scouts idk man) for being the wild child she is. Has been stopped by security/police multiple times because they all keep thinking she’s on drugs. Nah, it’s just Nikki. Good thing LLU has a rugby team (She’s really good but no one is sure if she actually plays for points or for the sake of beating people up).

‘Oh my - !’ shrieked Hermione, as she and Ron caught up with Harry and gazed upwards at the giant now trying to seize people through the window above.
'DON’T!’ Ron yelled, grabbing Hermione’s hand as she raised her wand. 'Stun him and he’ll crush half the castle - ’

This is so important. Like, this tiny moment demonstrates the way these two think, and how they think differently. (And that doesn’t make either of them smarter or dumber. (ง︡’-‘︠)ง)

But like - Hermione approaches this situation in a very problem-solution way of thinking: Giant is threat to people around him, so get rid of giant. Ron - and I would expect no less from a person who’s been playing chess for so long, and so well - has more of a cause and effect way of thinking. And in this moment, he thinks a step further than Hermione - he realises Stunning the giant will come with consequences as well, and these must be taken into account. 

Classic chess player.

A day spent with the MBTI types

7:10 am: ISFJ -  Waking up on a sunny morning, the sun rays streaming through your curtains.

7:40 am: ISFP - Still trying to wake yourself up after one too many snooze button. Making yourself a cup of coffee and people watching through your kitchen window.

8:00 am: ISTP -  Waking up your body by doing some morning yoga and going for a little jog.

9:00 am: ENTJ - Flipping through your agenda to make sure everything is planned and still on track for the day. 

9:15 am: ESTJ -  Getting ready for the day! Making sure everything looks in place and on fleek. Choosing the perfect outfit that says professional yet is comfortable.

10:00 am: ENTP - Walking to the bus stop, music blasting, hair in the wind.

10:15 am: ENFJ - Saying hi to that stranger on the bus that looks a little bit sad.

10:30 am: ESFP - Meeting with friends at a coffee shop, planning when you’re going to go out this weekend.

12:00 am: ENFP - Going to that cute trendy/hipster neighborhood to grab lunch and checking out that new thrift store.

2:00 pm: ISTJ -  Getting back home to finish that lab report that’s due next week and putting in an hour of studying.

4:00 pm: ESFJ - Baking some cookies for that study group tomorrow.

4:45 pm: INTJ - Sitting in your favourite chair and reading a book about molecular biology just for fun.

5:15 pm: INTP - Ending up on Youtube watching videos on molecular biology and is now in a Youtube black hole.

6:00 pm: ESTP - Going indoor rock climbing to put in a little workout before dinner.

7:30 pm: INFP -  Going to dinner with that one INTJ bestfriend, convincing them to try that new vegan spot.

9:00 pm: INFJ - Reading in bed, reflecting on the day and taking time to write in your journal before falling asleep.

“Hey,” mumbled Tooru, eyes of ember and gold full of tenderness. Hajime knew that only he was blessed with this sight. He was gorgeous. (He wouldn’t tell this to Tooru though) 

“Hey, Sleepykawa.” Hajime couldn’t help a grin. He was blessed. (He wouldn’t say this either)

“So rude, Iwa-chan!” chuckled Tooru.

Lazy and quiet afternoons like this were by far his favorite.


Okay. I just want to say what i think about this. I’ve seeing a lot of people hating on hannah because she “ ruined clay’s and Alex, Zach, etc…lifes.”

Clay didn’t deserve to be on the tapes but he MUST be because as Hannah said was her story and if she was going to tell it Clay couldn’t stay outside.
Tony did not deserve the burden that Hannah left him but I also understand Hannah a lot and because she did the things she did. 
Also, we have only some of the reasons. Not all. For which Hannah killed herself, because the list said more.
Besides that, is true that Clay suffered a lot and if Hannah had been clearer with him surely she would have saved.
But Hannah was very hurted and got tired of asking for help from the wrong people and Clay really liked her so I understand why she felt afraid and was embarrassed to tell Clay what was wrong. (Removing the fact that she thought it was only going to ruin him, I think it went beyond that)
She didn’t want to lose him but she losed him anyway because he ended up going.

The point here is not Hannah.
Unfortunately, the point here is Clay. And Tony. And all who could do something but did not.
The point of the story is that, it makes everyone stand up and think ‘I should have listened, I should have said this, I should have insisted’
When Tony said he ignored the tapes until half an hour later because he thought Hannah was a bit dramatic. When Clay got scared and left the room because he did not know how to react. All those are things that they know were wrong. They could have changed everything from having been a bit braver or not to have judged.
So I’m not judging Hannah or thinking that she was wrong for put Clay in the tapes, Clay already suffered from panic and anxiety before the tapes.
This just hit him more and did all that because he suffered those things and Hannah didn’t knew but still, Clay needed to know the truth.
And Tony told to him this several times.
If Clay did not listen to the tapes, there would be no story.
Besides, was needed that clay to be brave to make everyone recognize their mistakes and do justice. If Hannah never made the tapes, what happened to her was going to keep happening.
And that’s what the show want to teach and that’s what Clay tries to prevent.

Yesterday I read that a girl put “I hate Hannah because of her Clay’s going to spend his whole life trying to save everyone”
I think not just Clay, everyone on the tapes are going to think twice before doing things and I think that’s not bad.
Sometimes the truth hurts. Sometimes people prefer to ignore things to do something because it’s very painful to face it or take justice. But sometimes ignoring it is worse. And that’s what Clay learns. That it is necessary to speak when one has to speak and do something, that one has to be courageous.
That’s why Clay also continues passing the tapes at the end to Porter because everyone needs to take responsibility for what they did. ( also that jessica asked him for do it) And if you can not live with it, you try to live to repair it. And If what you did has no way of being fixed you have to live with it in the way you can.
But you can’t live like nothing if you made someone kill himself.
No matter how few intentions you had or how little you did compared to others, you did it, and anyway, none of those who did Hannah things had good intentions.
Not even Zach.
Just Clay.
That’s why, although for clay it was very painful to listen to the tapes and this almost did killed himself ( i cried a lot in that part) I think he had to listen to them and it’s like Tony said “you’re not God, you can’t stop everything”
Clay only feels guilty because he couldn’t save Hannah but none of they could, they all failed even if Clay loved her.
Tony is very sensible about what he said to Clay, because he needed to know about the tapes but he also had to know that he should not be there, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that he was the only reason Hannah could have had to stay.
But I think guilt sometimes causes people to react.
And even if to Alex made him kill himself, if the tapes did not exist they would all have continued to live their lives quiet while Hannah killed herself.
And Bryce and all those who fucked up his life would never stop hurting others.
What is being said behind the scenes “if Bryce or any of them don’t get a cost for what they did, they will keep doing it over and over again.”
So I think everything had to be in that way. If Clay wasn’t on the tapes, nothing would have happened and no one would have done justice. Jessica would have believed Justin just as long as who knows and when she knew, she would not have the courage to talk about it or face anyone. Justin would never have considered the things he did or would never have had to tell Jessica the truth or face Bryce and break their false friendship. Bryce would never have confessed and would continue raping girls because no one of who are in the tapes faced bryce. They just left it that way. They kept their mouths shut for their own protection.
The only one who did something is Clay. And Alex would have continued to do things to be part of the bryce group and the idiots. Alex would have continued to do lists or who knows other things.
Marcus would have continued to play girls whenever he felt like it.
(And although many believe that zach is innocent and what he did was minimal or not important, I do not think so) maybe what Zach did was minimal compared to others in the tapes. But it matters. In the end, everything matters.
As hannah said is a snowball that is getting bigger.
So Zach stole the only source of happiness that Hannah had at that time (besides he being very childish making this lmao) and not only that, Hannah wrote to him a letter telling him how much she was suffering and that she needed those compliments.
And Zach ignored the letter. Maybe he did not throw it. Maybe he saved it. A point for Zach.
But he ignored her. He did not do anything. And sometimes don’t do anything is worse than doing it. That’s what the series is all about.
Maybe Zach was scared but I refuse to have compassion on him and minimize what he did, because minimizing what Zach did would be minimize the pain of hannah, and I think we’ve all learned that’s a BIG mistake. Minimizing the pain of others is not good. Zach might have a good heart … or not.
I’ve seen the series already three times and I could not help think: why do y'all overlook the scenes where Zach is a bully? LITERALLY. Zach laughs and encourages Bryce to send the picture of hannah from Justin’s phone, Zach makes obscene gestures along with marcus and the others to Hannah in the hallways after Alex’s list, Zach pushes Clay down the hallway and mocks on him. Zach stoled clay’s bike with Alex and Justin. ZACH AS THE OTHERS KEEP SILENCE ON A RAPIST. Zach continued to be friends with this rapist. Was Zach scared to help Hannah? But not scared enough to bullied others?
Maybe Zach wanted to be a marine biologist and maybe he’s allergic to strawberries. But I’m not interested. Because Zach is no different from the rest. And if Clay had not scratched his car, and if he had not faced Zach, maybe Zach would have done worse things in the future, he would have never felt guilty at all.
If Hannah did not make the tapes or did not include Clay in them, maybe Mr. Porter would never know the truth and ignore other people asking for help or advised them wrong again, and Hannah’s story would be repeated.
Maybe Courtney would continue to pretend to be friends with everyone and use people to cover her homosexuality. And Tyler would continue to spy on people and stalking people through his windows and would continue to take photos and violating the privacy of others if Clay had not faced him and the tapes did not exist, because he would never understand what hannah felt if clay did not make him feels it too.
And Ryan would continue stealing things that do not belong to him and leaving others in ridicule for his own arrogance.
And Clay would never know that it is better to say things when you should and when you have the opportunity because you could save a life.
And nobody would know the importance of what they did and said. And sheri would continue to do bad things and leave them that way that could lead to the death of more people and not just Jeff. And there would be more than one Jeff.
The only one different on the tapes is Clay. So clay had to be in the tapes because otherwise, they would all have continued to live and who knows if the tapes had kept going, maybe Bryce would have burned them and no one would ever know the truth more than they. And maybe he would have even looked for Tony to get rid of the copies or who knows.
Because not even Tony was encouraged to do something when he knew the whole truth Even Tony did not know what to do, just Clay.  
Because it’s easy to stand up and say “Hannah is a bitch she ruined everyone’s life with the tapes”
But what about her life? Who would pay anything for ruined Hannah’s life?
Were all the others supposed to keep living peacefully because Hannah was dramatic and crazy according to them? No.
 Hannah and Clay are the ones who didn’t deserve so much pain throughout history. Then maybe a little bit Alex and Jessica.
But everyone else deserved to be on the tapes and deserved to take responsibility for what they did. And I think Hannah was not dramatic. That’s all. Thank you if you read this mess until the end.

Pre-Show Rituals

You had your head resting against his shoulder, hand rubbing his thigh gently. “Nervous?” You ask softly and look up at him.

He glances down at you, “Me? Nervous?” He scoffs and kisses your forehead. “Absolutely not. Besides you’re gonna be there. How could I be?” He hums and covers your hand with his, squeezing your fingers.

You flush a bit and smile. “I’m glad I get to be  there to support you.” You murmur and lean in to kiss his chin gently.

He smiles and rests his head back. “Got me best girl, nothing can go wrong.” He murmurs and laces his fingers with yours.

Pulling up to the venue is wild as always-girls waiting, screaming. Niall watches the commotion while you focus on your catnap, cuddling into him. You heard the people through the windows. You sit up when the car slows and Niall smiles at you, leaning in to give you a kiss on your forehead.

He helps you out of the car and his hand is tight in yours as he leads you to the green room.

Pre-show cuddles.

His favourite and yours.

He lays with his head in your lap. You are slightly leaned over, eyes on his deep blues-both of you trying to keep the smiles back. You two were muttering sweet nothings back and forth.

I love you.

I love you more.

You’re the light of my life.

You make me so happy.

I’m lucky to have you as mine.

I’m yours always.

You’re hot.

You’re hotter.

Can I have kiss?

You can have all the kisses.

You lean in to give him a light kiss on the lips, your hand resting on his soft tummy. One of your favourite parts of him (it was the best place to kiss).

He sighs against your lips and smiles. He doesn’t let you pull away, he pulls you in for another kiss. He lets out another sigh and kisses you a bit more deeply, slowly sitting up.

Your lips don’t break as he shifts to fully sit up. He pulls you closer, hand resting on your back.

You break the kiss so you can straddle him to the couch. Your lips find his and your fingers were tight in his hair, soft sounds of approval coming from both of you.

He squeezes your waist a bit more, pulling his kisses away from your mouth and trails them gently down your neck.

“Horan! You’re on!” There is a knock at the door and you both jump.

“Well got 10,000 people waiting for me.” He whispers and kisses you gently. “I gotta fix me hair.” He moves you from his lap and goes to the mirror and brushes his teeth quickly. He runs wax through his hair quickly before putting aftershave on.

He dashes out the door and your raise your brow slightly before shaking your head. You fix your hair and adjust your top before walking out of the room, heading down to the corral to watch.

Niall nods to the boys in the band before pausing. “Hold on.” He turns on his heel and runs back. “Y/N! Y/N!” He calls for you and smiles when he sees you waiting.

“Forgetting something?” You ask, winking at him.

He hums and shrugs, coming over. “I’m off to the stage now! Where’s my kiss?” He turns his head to bare his cheek to you.

You let out a soft hum at the smell of his aftershave and lean in to kiss his cheek, liking the feel of his light scruff against your lips and chin. “I love you. Now go.” You smile and pat his bum as he goes. He blows you a kiss and heads to the front and you walk down to side of the stage to watch him perform.

Pre show rituals were your favourite.

Inspired. [x]

Imagine Anti watching people through a window to see how they interact with each other. Dark is already a master at perfecting how to be ‘human’ whilst Anti still struggles a little with interaction and tends to make things awkward.

(They don’t go out often but Dark takes trips to black markets sometimes. Boring business stuff Anti doesn’t understand, bless him.)

Anti’s just having a look out the window when he sees two friends hugging before walking off with each other, he looks around more and sees to women kissing each other on the cheek as they say goodbye.

Anti’s like, ’!!! Ah!! That’s how you do it.’ so off he goes to sit down and wait until Dark comes home. Dark gets a little stressed out when soul stealing and deals don’t work like he plans them, he tries to hide it but Anti just /knows./

So Anti gets up and goes, 'Welcome back!!’ and pulls Dark into a hug. Dark just stands there awkwardly but he doesn’t make any attempt to pull away, when Anti let’s go Dark is staring at him with an arched brow but doesn’t ask anything.

Imagine Dark about to leave to get some snacks only to get pecked on both cheeks from Anti. Dark just coughing awkwardly and leaving as fast as possible, Anti just standing there like, “Yeah!!! Good job me!!’.

Working on my one of my original novels for the first time in years, lol. 

Lord Devrah of Casasis bore three daughters during his reign over the southern desert. He liked to think they were considered the prettiest sand flowers in his kingdom, but his opinion was limited to only himself and those that served within the castle walls. For, as decreed twelve years prior, no royal skin was to come in contact with that of the common folk. Not after Lord Devrah had lost his dearest wife to the plague—a sickness which had begun to wear on the borders of his kingdom during his father’s rule. In order to protect his daughters, he forbade their exit outside the palace walls and that they touch none but each other, thus they would be safe from infection.

And so they grew, safe behind the glass and stone of the palace. The first, Lady Amirya, was to be heir and inherit rule following her father. She was of stable mind and strict judgment, raised to the position despite how her fogged eyes saw her people through clouded windows. Though this ailment weighed on her, she was determined to follow in her father’s shadow and become empress of what she had been taught was the greatest kingdom in all of Vraed. She suffered in much of the conceits of any natural born princess, but was not so heavily burdened with the sentiment as some trailing her in birthrights. Lady Ventya, the youngest of the three, was as equally spoiled as she was ignored. Having not been brought into the world first, she was of little significance to her father, whose favor fell for none of the qualities she had to offer. Rather, she was littered with gifts and favors if only to distract her from her own triviality. Her vanities seemed to dominate her person, a trait of her existence that was treated with patience by Amirya and disdain by Nadraya, the middle of the three sisters.

Nadraya, despite her rank as only second born, had somehow managed to win her father’s favor. Perhaps it was because she seemed a bit cleverer than her sisters, or because her temperament left little to be doted upon. No matter, she was the favorite in her father’s eyes. She was like her mother in appearance and her father in the capacities of mind, such qualities sometimes making the emperor consider how much happier he’d be were she the first to have been brought into the world. Amirya was sure to do well, but he was convinced Nadraya would have led the people in ways her elder sister could only ever observe through her underlings.

And though she was aware of his favors, Nadraya was quite content with her position. She knew her father preferred her, leading to her own conceits, but her satisfaction at being without responsibility overcame any of his praises. While Amirya had been educated in the ways of leadership, Nadraya had been left to her own diversions. Many times she’d been found in the knights’ quarters, observing their practices, or in the gardens upon her bay steed. But more often than not, she was atop the castle wall, staring out into the city and the desert beyond with an expression of pointed contemplation upon her brow.

Her current situation, however, fell into none such categories. Presently, she was sitting up in bed, her silk gown dampened with sweat as she forcefully steadied her breathing. Hand on her chest, she counted the fast beats of her heart against her palm, only vaguely aware of the sinking sunset flashing in through the windows.

Magnus Scheving stumbled upon a human settlement and was drunkenly dared to become the european aerobic gymnastics champion. To a human this is an impossible feat, but to an elf, naturally gifted with magick and strange powers, this is child’s play, so he became the european aerobic gymnastics champion twice in a row. Elves are traditionally so good at dancing (Which is a part of aerobic gymnastics, as it is gymnastics set to a music routine), that there was opposition to dancing and dance parties in iceland as early as the 12th century, and elves were commonly believed to join together with mortal folk to take revenge on those who opposed dance parties.

It seems natural that an elf would take up a challenge in this way.

After this, Magnus, being hugely successful, opened a carpentry business, toured schools, and did a whole bunch of sport stuff, using human money and what I assume would be called Elf Gold which I could only guess vanishes after a certain amount of time, to travel the world and influence others, and eventually pour all his attention into the first iteration of Lazytown.

Lazytown being the show he wrote, directed, produced and starred in, based off the play he wrote, directed and starred in, based off the book he wrote, and bound together with sigils and i assume, materials stolen from the homes of people who did not leave milk and bread out for him or other Hidden People on Christmas.

Magnus, part time carpenter, part time gymnast, part time motivational speaker, part time chat show host, part time guy weirdly obsessed with food and raising children, and full time member of the Hidden Folk, creates this the first version of Lazytown, a book, and then the stage play. In the play, he reveals his true elf nature, and drags people around by their ankles and appears in their room at night and hurls them to the floor to do push-ups, only something an elf, shunned by man and disrespected, would ever do.

Common belief states that if you sit at a cross roads at night, an elf will appear and try to seduce you with food and gifts, and if you give in, the consequences are dire. This is an elf trying to seduce an entire country with food and gifts, and when they accept them or listen to him, he throws them into an actual bin as punishment. In this iteration, he wears bright, gaudy colours and old clothes, and most notably, green pants.  Hidden people often appear in the dreams of Icelanders. They are usually described as wearing 19th-century Icelandic clothing, and are often described as wearing green.

The play however, reveals too much of his non-human self, so he changes it. The Athletics Elf, as he called himself, couldn’t be so cruel and shitty to people, otherwise they won’t listen, and they won’t leave out gifts in the barn at night. So his next incarnation is his first attempt at being Human.

At this time I assume he watched the show The Mentalist, and decided that the main guy in that was the perfect default human. Everyone liked the guy in The Mentalist.

Gone is the tendency to hurl people through windows or deliberately appear in the shadows of a room looming over them, now he tries to be direct, and human like.Terry Gunnell notes that huldufólk legends recorded in the 18th and 19th centuries showed them to be “near mirror-images of those humans who told stories about them–except they were beautiful, powerful, alluring, and free from care, while the Icelanders were often starving and struggling for existence. The huldufólk seem in many ways to represent the Icelander’s dreams of a more perfect and happy existence.

Magnus, unable to comprehend human suffering or struggle, maintains his carefree and sickly lust for life and cartwheels.  He has the vacant emotionless smile of someone who learnt the expression of smiling, but not the reason for smiling, or the feeling behind it. He learns the mannerisms and veneer of human existence. He is beautiful and backflips, but in a fake and unsettling way. This is why all of his work reads like someone who fundamentally has no understanding of children and has never met a child, or even another human, because he cannot connect with them on an emotional level, he only understands people as a concept.