just because you meant it as a joke doesn’t mean you didn’t do something wrong. i teach preschool and i can’t believe six year olds understand this concept better than adults. if you say something hurtful, you’re the bully, not the person who gets upset. it might feel icky to realize that you do have bigoted beliefs; but when you blow off apologizing with “people who know me know i don’t mean it,” you’re not helping the people you hurt and you’re not changing the way it sounded. why in the heck is it so hard for grown people to just admit they were wrong and apologize for it.
freedom of speech isn’t freedom from consequence and i’ll say it until my blood runs dry. hate speech is also not covered under the first amendment. and again, a concept preschoolers understand: your words are not more important than the safety or comfort of another person.
yes. legally i can’t stop you from printing and screaming whatever you want. but legally you can’t stop me from being angry and responding to it. and if you expect others to just “not get offended” by what you say, you must also expect others not to take you seriously at all! listen. if you understand i can send a child into the hallway for calling another child names, you can wrap your head around the fact you don’t have the right to do and say whatever you want without somebody reacting. this isnt your world, it’s all of ours, and we’re allowed to ask you to leave the classroom. grow up, realize you actually might have done something bigoted - even by “accident” - and change yourself for the better.
and if you’re the type who just throws a hissy fit every time somebody points out you’re being a bully… congratulations. you’re acting like a four-year-old.
imagine alec in two sweaters, walking past magnus’s bookshelves, trying to figure out where each one of the books he had been reading belongs. his long fingers are a little cold and he’s dragging them over the titles and the authors because since the last time he was looking at them, magnus has rearranged them and he no longer knows the system. but just as he’s about to put one of them back in the right place, big arms slide around his shoulders and a warm chest presses right up against his back.
the minute it happens alec breathes out heavy, shutting his eyes because it’s like stepping out of the shadows into the warmth of the morning sun, having magnus’s body pressed against his. magnus’s arms are warm and his chest is warmer, and as he presses his face into alec’s shoulder, his breath is hot, permeating through alec’s sweater.
“need some help?” magnus asks, moving his head to press a couple of soft kisses into alec’s neck, just shy of his deflect rune.
alec shivers, smiling bigger than you can even imagine and glancing back. magnus is looking at him, those warm brown eyes all soft, smirking as he kisses alec’s neck again, his goatee just catching against his skin.
“please.” alec replies, but he can’t even remember what he was doing honestly.
Victor is all surprise kisses. Quick pecks to Yuuri’s check, the back of his neck, and his lips of course. Always ending a big moment with a kiss and delighting in the sound of happiness Yuuri makes every time. Yuuri always follow through Victor’s surprise pecks with a surprise deep kiss that ends with one of them in a back bend.
But Yuuri is all lead up. A soft smile, a slight pull towards him, staring at Victor’s eyes that are just so warm and full of love…for him. Then their foreheads always meet and Victor giggles like it’s their first kiss instead of hundredth, thousandth, whatever…then they kiss and this is when the giggles really start. Victor always blushes when he laughs too hard for them to properly lock lips, and Yuuri can’t blame him because half the time he starts losing it himself.
No matter who initiates it it always ends the same. A perfect mirror of a pull back, someone brushing back the other’s hair, and a murmured I love you.
Eyes seemed to follow him everywhere. It made Will feel on
edge and frustrated. He walked, trying to ignore it as he got his work done.
Forget months of hard work. One little bad day seemed to have branded him
Part of him wanted to quit and intern elsewhere, but he was
worried they wouldn’t take him if the doctors told about what had happened.
What did they expect anyway? He was still just a teenager. And he was usually
good about separating personal and work life. It wasn’t his fault the two had
suddenly decided to merge into one giant headache.
“Keep your chin up, pal,” Malcolm said, walking beside him.
“Just don’t look so angry when doing it. You’re supposed to look approachable.”
Will rolled his eyes and sighed. He gave a forced smile and
shook his head. “Yeah, I know. It’s just creeping me out. Like everyone’s
waiting for me to burst again. They know I’m not like that. It was… a bad day.
After a few bad weeks.” He shook his head and rolled his head to try and shake
off the stress. “I have to go check on one of my kids. I’ll see you later.”
Malcolm smiled at the term and nodded, disappearing into
another wing of the hospital.
Meanwhile, Will hurried to the room for a little girl who
had stayed a few days after a severe asthma attack. He opened the door and
smiled brightly as the little girl sat up. “How are you feeling today, little
sunflower?” he asked. Her name was Flor, and she was so bubbly and happy, that
it was easy to provide a nickname for her.
“I’m okay,” she answered, licking pudding off her fingers.
“Are you going to do the routine again?” He smiled and nodded. Her older
brother chuckled softly as she scooted forward and sat up.