Here I am, a person with Real Actual PTSD who has been professionally diagnosed for 19 years and got that diagnosis re-confirmed by a different professional 3 years ago, telling you that:
Self-diagnosis is valid.
It doesn’t matter if it was “just” bullying or “just” emotional abuse or “only” mild physical abuse or “not that bad” of an accident or “not that dangerous” of a situation. All of those things can cause PTSD, even if it wasn’t as severe as what other people have gone through.
Your triggers are not stupid or exaggerated or made up.
Your triggers don’t have to cause a full-blown panic attack or flashback to be real.
Your flashbacks don’t have to be vivid visual hallucinations of a past event to be real.
You are not too young to have PTSD. Trauma doesn’t card you. Your age doesn’t make your experience invalid.
pansexuals are not basically bisexual, or confused, or looking for attention/trying to be quirky/special, or slutty, or more likely to cheat, or more inclusive than bisexuals, or attracted to/want to have sex with kitchenware or anything else non-human, or disgusting, or pretentious, or part of a “brand new” sexuality, or inherently biphobic and transphobic, or “genderblind”.
pansexuals do not think they’re better than bisexuals, or find every single person they meet attractive, or want to have sex with every single person they meet.
pansexuals are real, and valid.
pansexuals have every right to identify as pansexual, and be in queer spaces.
pansexuals deserve love, and support, and respect.
pansexuals just want to be truly accepted and welcomed and supported by the community.
okay guys, age swap AU, but with the same dynamic?? Repressed psychic PE teacher Mob tries to live a normal life but that weird kid in his class finds out about his power and helps him to accept it ;_;
god, these have been sitting in my drafts since forever, but i finally got around to ink them, HAPPY MOBDAY
When the whole school learned that the two of you were dating, saying that they were surprised by the news was an understatement. Well, who would expect that someone like him would fall for someone like you? Him, who was practically considered as the Slytherin Prince, while you, who was a fierce yet sweet Y/H.
Yep, you were a Y/H. Not to mention that you were a half-blood too.
Honestly, some people would still look at the two of you like you were aliens. They gawked and weren’t even hiding the fact that they did — it sometimes drove you nuts. Draco, on the other hand, would smile smugly and place an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side while his eyes lingered on those boys who would look at you differently.
Some first years who had crushes on your boyfriend would either sigh or squel whenever you walked passed them with Draco beside you, his hands holding your books for you even though you already told him not to. The said students would wish that they were in your position, while some rooted for the two of you.
You see, you and Draco had a lot of differences. One of them was the obvious; having two different houses. He was considered as the bad boy, you were considered as the good girl; he came from a rich and well known family, you came from muggles who weren’t rich nor poor; he had these gray eyes, you had y/e/c; and he was mostly hated, you were mostly loved.
That’s why when the news spread, Hermione had to make you repeat your sentence over and over again just to be sure she was hearing it right.
“Wait, so you’re dating the Draco Malfoy?” she exclaimed with wide eyes.
You simply nodded and carried on eating. It wasn’t a big deal anyway, right? What was wrong about dating him? You, out of all the people, of course did know what they thought of Draco Malfoy — the rich snob, the bully, the jerk, the son of Lucius Malfoy who was once a follower of Voldemort, and the Slytherin who hated Harry Potter.
You weren’t oblivious to those facts, but the people didn’t know how loving and caring Draco was. You fell in love with him because one time when you were running late to class and accidentally knocked him down, he was the one who apologized and picked up your books. When he saw you crying one time alone at the top of the cliff, he offered his ears to you and listened as you poured your heart out. And when he saw you inside the library, studying a lesson that you couldn’t understand, Draco sat by your side, teaching you even though you didn’t ask for help.
So when he suddenly asked you if you wanted to come with him at Hogsmeade the next weekend, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. He was more than pleased by your answer, of course, and even said that: “You won’t regret it, Y/N.”, in which you replied with a roll of your eyes.
But what entertained most of the student body about your relationship is that you are both players for your houses’ Quidditch team. Draco Malfoy was the Slytherin Seeker, while you were one of the Y/N Chasers. They found it entertaining whenever you were already on the field and Draco purposely annoys you by suddenly flying past your way in incredible speed. Sometimes you would get revenge by throwing the Quaffle in his direction when a teammate was behind him.
Your teammates were more than annoyed whenever Y/H was going up against Slytherin because of this.
“Y/L/N!” the captain of your team would yell in a high pitched voice as you crossed the three hoops. “Focus, will you? And stop messing with Malfoy!”
But you would just laugh and fly away from him, in deep pursuit for the quaffle once again.
Though just like any other relationships, you and Draco had your downfalls. The thing you two most fought about is how he always insults muggles and muggleborn students, calling them mudblood or calling the pure bloods who liked the said students blood traitors. You would always hit him in the stomach or arm whenever he sneers at Harry Potter or throw an unpleasant remark towards Hermione and Ron. Draco would just look at you then, rolling his eyes and muttering several curses under his breath that drove you to be even angrier than before.
“You know, if I didn’t know better, I would have thought that you preferred to be with Potter than your boyfriend!” he once yelled in an argument, his tone full of jealousy.
With that line, you just closed your eyes and sighed.
You always knew Draco had some deep insecurities about Harry Potter, and if you say something that might sound like you do prefer him over Draco, you knew you would regret it afterwards.
So to cause no more drama, you would suddenly pull him in a tight hug, in which he would always bury his head on your shoulder, stroking his blonde hair as you both murmur a bunch of “sorry’s” to each other.
And that’s why you loved each other dearly. No matter how much of a jerk Draco Malfoy might be, if you could have any person to love over and over again, you would definitely, no doubt in your mind, pick him.
this would be the Holster/Esther Shapiro 6k Valentine’s Fic literally no one asked for. enjoy <3
Valentine’s Day 2013 –
Holster doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day. It’s some
Hallmark Holiday based on a Christian saint of some sort, and it’s an excuse to
be sickeningly sweet with someone you love, and a good day to have just dumped
your significant other the night before so you can go to the single’s bars and
get wasted. For Holster, it’s always been a day to gorge on chocolate. It
always was in Juniors and he doesn’t see any reason to change now that he’s in
“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day, bro?” Ransom asks,
buttoning one of his nice shirts and holding up a couple different ties to
judge their relative colour.
“Being bitter,” Holster says. “What are you doing?”
Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?
Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D
*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*