Every single Drarry story I’ve read has been like “Harry thought he was straight bc of Ginny” or “But Ginny” or “He didn’t want to hurt Ginny” and I can understand that bc of canon. But I just want to ask something. Why the fuck was Harry with Ginny in the first place? I mean I love Ginny I really do. But for the first like 4 years that Harry knew her, she was creepily obsessed with him and Harry HATED that kind of attention. In the Triwizard Tournament, the person who was most important to Harry was her brother. The first time he ever had a romantic thought about her was when he had pretty much accepted that he was going to die so yeah who the fuck wants to die when their only kiss was with a girl bawling her eyes out over her ex boyfriend? And it came out of fucking nowhere. It was like “Oh shit there’s this evil guy after me. Oh shit I really gotta sort my life out bc something always happens every year at Hogwarts. Oh shit I gotta kill Voldemort. Oh shit look Ron’s little sister’s kinda pretty. I MUST BE IN LOVE WITH HER WHATTTTTT” like wtf Harry no sit down calm down. You’re not in love with her. You’re a hormonal teenager. And then he breaks up with her bc he’s pretty much gonna die. And then when it’s time for the Hogwarts battle, you know what Harry does? He’s like “GINNY STAY WHERE YOU ARE DONT FIGHT!” But you know who else told her that? HER FREAKING BROTHERS. How Harry thought of her in any non-platonic way is beyond me. Harry always thought of her as a little sister but then he discovered what a dick was and he was like YEAH LEMME MARRY HER. I will never get over the outrage of Harry’s romance with Ginny. I would sooner accept Harry being in a weird love triangle with Hermione than I would accept him with Ginny. Like I said, I love Ginny. I just can’t stand their relationship
❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜ ❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜ ❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜ ❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜ ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜ ❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜ ❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜ ❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜ ❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜ ❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜ ❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜ ❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜ ❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜ ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜ ❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜ ❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜ ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜ ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜ ❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜ ❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜ ❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜ ❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜ ❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜ ❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜ ❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜ ❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜ ❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜ ❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜ ❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜ ❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜ ❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜ ❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜ ❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜ ❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜ ❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜ ❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜ ❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜ ❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜ ❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜ ❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜ ❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜ ❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜ ❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜ ❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜ ❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜ ❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜ ❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜ ❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜ ❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜ ❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical ❜ ❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜ ❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜ ❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜ ❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜ ❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜
Lauren Cherie Southern is a Canadian Conservatorian, Civil Nationalist, patriot, activist, book author, political commentator, YouTube personality and writer. She created content for The Rebel Media, a Canadian Conservative online media company, until March 2017 when she went on her own independently into the Alternative Media.
Southern ran as a candidate for the Libertarian Party of Canada in the 2015 Canadian federal election.
Published on Mar 9, 2017
Hey guys, thanks so much for sticking around! I’ll be starting to upload regularly in a week or two - just need to get all the equipment and sort my life out!
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Published on Mar 15, 2017
I’m still figuring out all the sound, lighting and editing so bear with me. Quality is only going up from here! :)
LAUREN SOUTHERN APPRECIATION POST. The future of media and the death of the dying dinosaur Liber Media Complex
hi!!!!! i haven’t posted here for a really really long time. currently trying to sort my life out n i’m thinking i might start using this space a little more often. for now here is a swanky sock drawing. bye!!!!!!!!!
Thanks to the person who requested it, hopefully, I will post more this week because I have sorted my life out for 0.0001 seconds. Hope you like this - Em xx
Taeil: I think Taeil would just like to keep things straightforward, kissing you at private and appropriate moments to really connect with you on an emotional level as well.
Johnny: Johnny wouldn’t be too afraid of public displays of affection, he would have his arm around you when you walked together and give you quick kisses on the lips and check periodically to show everyone how much he loved you.
Taeyong: Taeyong would be all about the slow, gentle yet passionate kisses. Also forehead kisses I think would be his style.
Yuta: He would be shy at first but once you had been dating for a while he would explore kissing different parts of your body such as along your neck and onto your collarbone.
Doyoung: I think Doyoung would tease you and try to assert control with the kisses. He would kiss you deeply and passionately in private and in public he might surprise you with a small kiss once in a while. Just to convey his love.
Jaehyun: Jaehyun would like to cuddle and kiss. He would want to hold you tight and shower you with his kisses and affection.
Winwin: Winwin would be quite scared to make the first move but once you established the relationship he would kiss you as much as he could and would always smile brightly afterwards.
Mark: Mark probably wouldn't have much experience but you could learn together. HE would want to keep things fun and lighthearted such as butterfly kisses.
Haechan: I will just say for Haechan cute kisses. (If he was older then my answer would be different lmao but like we won’t go there. He is such a lovely demon child.)
Hello lovelies! I hope you’re having a good day, I’m trying to sort my life out so that I’m not flat out broke once the expo comes along, so wish me luck! Anyways, here’s the next chapter of “Love Divided” and I hope you enjoy. xoxo
Description:The brewing conflict between Tony and Steve are finally surfacing, causing everyone to choose a side. The heat within the team is rising, and everyone is beginning to realize what is to come. What happens when your relationship with Peter is divided? Will you choose your love? Or your morals?
Hot tears silently streaked down your cheeks as you turned away from his room, letting your hand fall to your side. Could you ever forgive yourself? But, maybe the two of you would be together again when things got better. Well, you could only hope so.
You walked down the hall back to your room to change. In your luggage was a black hat, some sunglasses, and a maroon hoodie. You swapped your outfit out for a more civilian one and slipped out the hotel, keeping your head down to avoid the security guards around your car that knew your face too well. The building where the conference was being held wasn’t too far away, so you decided to avoid as much conversation as possible, you would just walk.
As you rounded the corner, the tall government building was in full view. There were journalists gathered at the entrance, trying to catch anybody for any information on the conference before they went inside. The road was blocked; the news vans were cluttering both sides of the streets with cameras set up everywhere. You slipped under the caution tape to weave your way through, making sure to keep yourself from being noticed. On the other side on the blocked off street section was a small cafe, and you decided that was where you would observe the signing from.
Following you from above was Redwing who was going to give you full visual and audio of the conference by hovering just outside the window. You pulled back the sleeve of your jacket, revealing a watch that gave you a live feed of what the drone was seeing. And frankly, the first person you saw was Peter.
“Mr. Stark, where’s F/N? Did she say she was coming? She did come on the trip with us..” Peter was beginning to ramble as he paced back in forth, wringing his hands together.
“I’m sure she’s fine, Peter.” Tony wasn’t going to lie to him, nor was he going to tell him the truth. It pained him to see you both being put in this situation, and he partly blamed himself for it. Nevertheless, he was to keep his promise to you and not say a thing about you not coming. “You should stop pacing. People are beginning to stare.” He shifted his eyes around the room, trying to take the topic off of you.
“Oh, sorry. When does this thing start?” Once he stopped, he in turn began tapping his foot frantically. He pushed back the sleeve of his suit to check the time. Just as Peter was about to ramble, Nat joined the conversation.
“Peter, what are you so jittery about?” She raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossed over her chest. In her heart, she knew why, but she also promised you to keep her mouth shut.
“I’m getting worried about, F/N. If she doesn’t come then…” He took a moment, realizing what was going to happen. He thought back to what he said to you all those weeks ago. “Then we’re through…” His eyes became wide with fear, and he forced his tears back.
Tony and Nat both looked grim, they didn’t want you two to fall out, but each of them knew the circumstances around the situation, and knew that you were making the best choice for yourself, even if it meant going against them. Even if it meant going against Peter. Before anybody could say anything else, the King of Wakanda took to the podium. All of them took their seats in the middle of the front row. And still, Peter was constantly turning his head to scan the room for you.
“Thank you all for coming…”
You watched Peter’s every move. It felt like someone was slowly ripping your heart out as you watched him pace in front of Tony, watching as your name inaudibly fell from his lips. By the pained looks on Nat and Tony’s faces, you knew it was about you. Your tears began to slowly blur your vision underneath your sunglasses. You took them off, wiping away your tears. People began glancing over at you, taking a double take as they passed.
“Shit.” You quickly regained your composure and fitted the glasses back onto your face. The waiter brought over a cup of coffee and you mindlessly prepared it to your liking, watching the conference intently with your earbuds in.
“Thank you all for coming, and thank you especially to some of the Avengers for attending. It’s truly a shame that not all of you attended.” The King of Wakanda shifted his eyes to the empty seat next to your sweetheart, and Peter diverted his eyes to the floor. “The Accords are a peacekeeping method to ensure that both the governments of the world and the Avengers can work in harmon-”
Your watch went black when you heard a resounding boom from across the street. You stood up from your table, gaping at the explosion. Someone had bombed the conference.
“Fuck.” You covered your mouth with your hand, making your way towards the building. It suddenly hit you. “Peter!” You screamed, making a run for the building entrance. You slipped past all the journalists, but just as you were about to grab the door handle, a guard stopped you.
“Excuse me ma’am, but you can’t go in there! It’s not safe!” He pushed you back away from the building. You threw off your hat and glasses, revealing your identity.
“Get out of my way.” You glared at him, and he stepped aside, ashamed that he did not recognize you. Your feet pounded up the stairs, jogging up to the 34th floor. You choked on air as you flung yourself from flight to flight. Some cabinet members were stumbling past you, covered in dust and blood.
“Peter! Nat! Tony!” You reached the room that was blown in half. You scanned the room for their bodies. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You took fistfuls of your hair, your eyes wide with fear.
“F/N…” Tony was leaning against the back wall, blood trickling down the side of his face. You rushed over to him, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “No, no.. don’t worry about me. I can get myself down.” His breaths were extremely labored, each one a struggle with all the dust in the air. “Get Peter.. he needs you more.” You nodded, helping him the rest of the way up, trying to find where Peter’s seat would have been.
“Peter!” Your voice echoed through the hollow room, the sounds of sirens getting closer. You got no reply. “Holy fuck…” On the floor just at the edge of the crumbling building was Peter. His body was limp and bent in an unnatural position. It seemed like the world suddenly was moving in slow motion as you ran down to him, pulling his body away from the edge. “Peter, oh God.” Hot tears began to sting your eyes. “Please, no.” You cradled his head against your chest, sobbing. His face was cut up and bleeding, a spot of red soaking through his suit. “Don’t die on me. You can’t do this.” You threw your head back to the sky, screaming.
“Mmm…” Peter groaned, just loud enough for you to hear. He was still alive. He was breathing. Peter was still mostly unconscious, but he was still here. You lifted him up and tossed him across your shoulders, making the 34 flight trek back down to the ambulances.
“Come on, Peter. Hang in there.” You seethed through your teeth, your muscles beginning to burn. Paramedics were making their way up the stairs and when they saw you carrying someone, they quickly rolled a gurney to the bottom of the stairs for you to put him on. They hooked him up to tons of machines and fluids as they placed him in the ambulance.
“Ma’am, are you coming?” The paramedic was leaning out the door, raising his eyebrows at you. You debated whether that was a good idea or not, knowing that when he woke up, that he wouldn’t be too happy. But you nodded anyways and got into the ambulance. As the building became a small tower stack in the distance, you turned your attention to Peter, taking his hand. You brought it up to your lips, gently pressing a kiss against it.
The paramedics were putting pressure on his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. There was something wet on your shoulder and you realized that it was his blood. His hands started becoming colder, and his heart rate began to drop.
“No, no, no, no.” The tears were blurring your vision again. “Don’t do this. Please, please, please don’t leave me.” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hands.
Just when you thought things might have been alright, they took a turn for the worst. The paramedic’s next words seemed to stop your heart just the same.
“He’s flat lining…”
I hope you enjoyed it! I’m going to write and post the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” when I get home, so get ready! I love you all, you’re amazing. Have a wonderful rest of your day xoxo
So hey guys, I decided I needed a post to get some shit off my chest. At the moment my head has been turned inside out, we have had a diagnosis for my youngest son and he is autistic like his sister. So yep, I have two autistic babies. This has sent my mental health off the rails with processing it all. So please excuse me if I’m not around as much I need to get myself sorted for my kids before I can sort the rest of my life out. I’m sorry guys, I’ll still post if I get a chance to draw but that’s not even happening at the moment.
Thanks for reading guys.
I don’t know if it’s just because I’m at that point in the year, or if because the novel ruined me but… some of the texturing on Thrawn’s skin in “Rebels” sometimes makes him look like he his a few freckles under his eyes and it’s really weirding me out? Like I know he doesn’t, but am I the only one who has noticed this?!