why do you think i am always out of this house

while brushing my teeth, i was thinking if jazz in “danny phantom” was more older than she was in the show, she’d probably take her own parents to court so she would become danny’s legal guardian and move them both out of that dangerous, radioactive house

like, for reals, if jazz was there the day danny stupidly stepped inside the portal, that wouldn’t even happen bc she’ll be like “wtf are you fuckin kids doing”

Imagine #3:Harry styles  Smut:Babysitter

Warning: Daddy and spanking kink  

Your POV

“Your not the boss of me!” I yell at my babysitter Harry. Yeah I know why would a girl my age have a babysitter. My parents think I’m to irresponsible to watch over my little brother, and myself. Its only because of that one time I snuck out of the house. It was one time!!!! They are away for the weekend so Harry has to watch over us. How stupid are my parent, your going to let a boy my age stay the weekend alone with us. He is a pervert, If they saw that they wouldn’t have hired him. He always makes me bend down to grab stuff and I know he looks. He also always stares at my boobs when Im running down the stairs. Now, do I mind it, no actually. Even though we argue and don’t get along. 

“Uh back up babe, According to your parents I AM the boss of you. So go and get the pan from the lower cabinet” he answers back. “Yeah, just to bend me over, pervert” I murmur from under by breath. “What was that?” Harry asked. I actually like teasing him. I love to get him all worked up and then leave the room. I slowly bend over and take a little while extra time to find the pan he needed. I get the pan and slowly turn around and see his bulge. Already? That was easy. I give him the pan and walk out of the kitchen. I over hear him curse under his breath and smirk to myself and go check on my brother to see if he is still taking a nap. After I see he is still sound asleep I head to my room and do random stuff on my laptop.

“No I’m telling you man, she’s a 10. Id defiantly tie her up if you know what I’m saying. I’d always wanted to spank that pretty ass of hers” I over hear. My bed room is right next to the stairs so i can easily hear whats going on down stairs. He is probably on the phone. He’s into kinky stuff? and me? Hmm, I’ve always fantasized about this, but never did i think i was going to do it. Im gonna fuck my babysitter.

Im first going to tease, more than usual. So I think I should slip into something more skimpy.

A cat. Whats kinky if not a cat? well the black lingerie set is new, but there cat ears are from halloween. I listen closely before walking down stairs. He is off the phone, it seems. I slowly walk downs and into the kitchen. He was there leaning against the counter looking at something on his phone. 

“Harry im hungry” I groan sexually. His head shoots up and his eyes meet my body. “umm…uh” he stammers he is at a lose of words. “The food will be ready in 20 minutes” He whispers, holding back his moan. I can already see his erection. I walk toward him and put my hands on his chest as he gulps. “Im not talking about food silly. Im hungry for your cock” I say innocently. His eyes are wide, shock making up his face. He quickly puts together the situation and smirks. “Really” he grunts and i node my head. 

Without another word in bent over the kitchen counter with my hands behind my back. He grabs a dish towel and ties my wrists together with it. “Now kitten” he says and spanks me. “I have only one rule you need to obey” he says spanking again “You do exactly what i say, and you call me daddy” he says spanking me yet another time. “Do I make myself clear” he asks. “yes daddy” I reply.  He spanks me again. It stings like hell, but it pleases me anyway. 

He stands me up “Get on your knees kitten” he demands and I obey, my hands still tied. I look up at him with innocent eye. He pulls down his pants and boxers not breaking eye contact. “Now suck” he demands and I do. I bob my head fast and suck, gagging a fe times. I graze my teeth on his shaft lightly a few times also. “Oh yeah-y-your making daddy happy’ he groans. Seeing him like this makes me so wet. I think I’ve soaked threw my panties I can tell he is about to cum and he moves away. He stands me up and bends me over the counter again. He spanks me yet again. “Oh baby , I’ve left marks” he grunts and spanks me again. I can’t help but moan at the pain and the pleasure of his words. 

Without warning he slides his monster cock inside me. “oh daddy” i squeal. He starts to pound into me recklessly. my hands are still tied which adds another element of feeling. Im already about to cum. Before i can cum, he pulls out and chums on my back, cursing under his breath. Then he goes down and shoves his fingers in me and roughly fingers me. “oh daddy I’m gonna cum” I moan. “Cum when daddy says to’ he said. His fingers quicken and he starts to count down. When he reached one I completely lost it. “yeah thats right kitten cum on my fingers yeah” he whispers in my ear.

He untied my hands and used the towel to whip the cum off my back. I go upstairs and get dressed and come back down. “Dinner is almost ready” he said shyly. I nodded awkwardly and leaned against the count. It went from me calling him daddy to this awkward state. “l-listen i was wondering if maybe we can go on a prober date” Harry asked rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah that would be nice” I agreed. “just don’t tell your parent about what we did on this counter” he said making us both laugh. 

We went on that date and developed a romantic relationship. Now he is my daddy every night.

Hello!!:) I really need to learn how to make a good ending:/ anyhoo this was requested(all the kinks and everything;) so if you want to read an imagine with a different boy or scenario go ahead and request one. I hoped you enjoyed and ill talk to you guys later xxx -Christina

Scott Mccall Imagine: you get attacked by The Mute

“Hey, Mrs. McCall.” You gave her a weak smile before entering the house. Scott’s mother smiled at you and closed the front door.

“[Y/N] just call me Melissa! And why aren’t you at the lacrosse game? You’re always at the lacrosse game with Kira and Malia.” Melissa looked at you confused; you gave her a weak smile before sitting down on the chair.

“I usually am. But… Scott and I got into an argument and I just can’t face him right now. He said something that he didn’t mean and… I don’t think I would be talking to him for a while.” You looked down at your lap and sighed.

Thinking about the argument between you and Scott was stupid. You got jealous of Scott hanging out with Kira and your jealousy got the best of you and made you do stupid stuff. Scott got so furious that he literally shifted and began growling at you while Kira try to calm him down.

“Why were you guys arguing?” Melissa asked softly, siting down next to you.

 She placed her hand on your back and gently rubbed your back; Melissa was always like a mother to you. She was always there no matter what; she even help you through many problems.

“I got jealous of Scott hanging out with Kira so much. Scott told me that she was giving him advice and I didn’t listen and I continued to yell at him. Then he shifted and growled at me. Sometimes my jealousy make me do stupid stuff; I wish I would take back what I said to him.” You whispered, tears began brimming your eyes while you continue to tell Melissa what went wrong between you and Scott.

“Shhh… Don’t worry. Scott just needs to cool off at this moment and I’m sure Kira means no harm. Kira is your best friend right? Kira is probably giving him an advice.” Melissa assured you, hugging you gently.Before both you and Melissa know it, the power went out. The whole entire house was pitch black; you couldn’t see anything nor does Melissa. All you could make out was the silhouettes.

“M-Melissa?” You stammered, standing up slightly. Melissa looked up at you confused before standing back up also.

“[Y/N]? What’s wrong?” Melissa asked, you were trembling in fear at the sight in front of you. You may not see who it is but you knew that both you and Melissa aren’t alone

“Melissa… Run.” You whispered, Melissa slowly turned around and her breathe got caught in her throat. That’s when the two of you ran in separate directions; which isn’t the best idea for either of you at this moment.

After a long time of running around the McCall resident and bumping into Melissa, you finally came across the Mute. You squeaked in fear, you felt your heart began to beat rapidly against your ribcage. The Mute held his tomahawk above his head and threw it at you.

You felt your chest began to sting, the tomahawk was literally lodged into your chest; you collapsed to your knees and looked at the Mute wearily. You began coughing up blood; the Mute held his index finger up to his nonexistent lips as if he’s telling you to be quiet.

Melissa quickly rushed to where you are and quickly dialed 911; you held the tomahawk, that’s still lodged into your chest, and try to pull the tomahawk out.

“No no no no no! You are not going to take the tomahawk out of your chest! You’re going to add more pressure into your wound.” Melissa scolded you. You laughed weakly, you began coughing up blood even more.

“[Y/N], do not close your eyes! Keep your eyes open.” Melissa ordered, her voice wavering a bit. You looked at Melissa and gave her a weak smile.

“Melissa, if I don’t make it… Tell Scott that I’m sorry for being a total bitch. And that I love him.” You whispered, cringing at the taste of blood in your mouth.
“[Y/N] [L/N], you are not going to die!” Melissa said in a stern tone, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I’m so sleepy.” You whispered, your eyelids felt heavy. Melissa began shaking you, trying to keep you awake.

“No! Don’t you dare close your eyes! No matter how sleepy you feel!” Melissa sniffed, wiping her tears away. The last thing you remember was Melissa demanding for you to keep your eyes open.

∞ ☯ ∞ ☯ ∞ ☯ ∞ ☯ ∞

“Scott! Scott! Your mom is here!” Stiles breathed heavily, Scott looked at his best friend confused before looking behind him. His mom was standing far away from the crowd, covered in dried blood.

Scott’s eyes widen and quickly ran towards his mom and pulled her away from the others. Once they’re far away from the crowds and the lacrosse team, Melissa began crying.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Scott asked frantically, wondering why his mom was crying all of a sudden. Well mostly wondering why she as covered in dried blood.

“It’s.. [Y/N]. She was attacked by the Mute and now she’s in the hospital.” Melissa cried, Scott felt his heart clenched slightly. The thought of you dying made him panic so much that he literally dragged his mom to the hospital just to see you.

“Wait but what about the game?” Melissa exclaimed, Scott shrugged the question off and continued to rush towards the hospital.

∞ ☯ ∞ ☯ ∞ ☯ ∞ ☯ ∞

Once both Melissa and Scott arrived to the hospital, many nurses and doctors were rushing around. Scott ran towards the receptionist and began asking many questions about you.

“Where’s [Y/N]!?! Is she okay? Is she alive? Please tell me she’s alive!” Scott pleaded, as his mother gently tugged him away from the frightened receptionist.

“Scott, we need to wait. She’s probably having surgery right now. Plus the tomahawk was lodged in her chest—” Melissa immediately cut off her sentence when she saw Scott’s facial expression.

“A tomahawk was LODGED in her chest!?!” Scott accidentally screamed, the room went silent. Everyone in the room stared at both Melissa and Scott. Melissa gave everyone a nervous smile and placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Scott, calm down. The Mute threw the tomahawk at [Y/N] with so much force that it literally got stuck in her chest.” Melissa sighed, Scott bit his bottom lip and looked around.

“Scott… [Y/N] wanted me to tell you that she’s sorry for being mean and that she loves you. She started crying when she first arrived to our house.” Melissa whispered, hugging Scott.

Scott felt like he was going to shift at any moment but luckily Scott and Melissa got to go to the hospital room you’re in. You weren’t dead— but you were close to being dead! Luckily you didn’t.

“Scott? Melissa?” You whispered, still drowsy from the morphine that they gave you. You felt a faint pain from your chest but shook it right off.

“Thank goodness you’re okay!” Scott sighed in relief, he sat down next to you and held your hand gently and kissed your knuckles.

“I’ll leave you two for some alone time.” Melissa broke the silence and walked out the door, closing the door quietly behind her.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay!” Scott murmured, kissing the side of your head. Scott closed his eyes and continued to hug you.

“What about the lacrosse game?” You croaked, looking at Scott sleepily. Scott gave you his cute smile and peck your nose, you scrunched your nose and stared at Scott confused.

“Stiles texted me that we won the game. Kira, Malia, Lydia, Liam and Stiles are going to drive here to see you. And you’re forgiven. If you’re wondering, Kira was giving me an advise on what to do if you’re mad. That’s why I’ve been talking to her most of the time. Sounds pointless but—” you cut Scott off but pecking his lips. You smiled at him and hugged Scott gently.

“I’m just glad that you’re here with me right now.” You whispered into Scott’s ears, still holding onto him as if your life depended on it. Scott smiled at kissed your jawlines ad hugged you back happily. You were okay and Scott’s great with that. He didn’t need to lose another important person in his life.

Bookworm - Theo Raken x Reader


Request: do you think you could do a theoxreader whet the reader almost always reading a book and Theo notices and thinks it’s really cute and stuff and like it’s really fluffy if that makes sense?

A/N: Finally i got that request done! This was on my list since FOREVER omg i swear. I really really hope you like it! It’s 2 am rigth now, so if there are any mistakes, i am sorry.

Warnings: None, really fluffy

My fingers graced over the cover before I opened the book and started to get lost in the words of Jane Austen.

Pride and Prejudice was by far my favorite book. I could read it over and over again and no matter how often I read it, it just never gets old.

Which is why I had the already worn-out copy with me all the time. I never left the house without the book in my bag and I always found time to read it. On the bus station, while driving in the bus, at a line, when I’m at the café, in the waiting room or when I had a free period.

Like now, for example.

I sat in the library, quite hidden between the shelves with my head lying on my bag. Reading was just a thing I always loved doing whenever I could. It was my escape from reality, a chance to go into someone’s head and see the things out of their view for a while.

Completely consumed by my book, I didn’t notice Theo Raeken, the guy I was always told by the pack to stay away from, was watching me.

 When I took a look at the clock, I saw that I had to be at my next class in about ten minutes, so I closed my book and put it back in my bag, which I loosely slung over my shoulder.

I headed towards my locker to get the things I needed for biology. Opening it, I noticed a small note fall out and landing on the floor. Bending down and opening the note, my heart skipped a beat.

I immediately recognized the words, of course, they were lines from Pride and Prejudice.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul.” –T.R.

T.R. ? Was it possible that..could it be..? No. Theo Raeken, the guy from my biology class, the guy that Stiles desperately tries to prove guilty, the guy that the pack does not trust, would never, not in a million years, take an interest in me. No.

Even though I tried to convince myself that this was just a random note from someone else, a prank or something else, something meaningless, the thought that someone had picked up the fact that I read this book so often and then wrote me a note with one of my favorite quotes…

That just made my stomach flutter like crazy.

As I walked into the classroom, the only seat left was next to Theo. I tried to avoid looking at him as best as I could, but I could still feel myself blushing, especially since I could sense him staring at me.

“Got something to say?” I asked, instantly regretting the harsh tone.

“Oh, sorry, I was just wondering if you liked my note, Elizabeth.” He smirked, making an emphasize on the nickname, which made me smile.

“Well, I don’t know, Mr. Darcy, what are your intentions?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

It’s not a good idea to react to his flirting, and it sure as hell isn’t a good idea to flirt back, but I couldn’t help myself. He really got me with the note, it was just way too romantic and cheesy to come from someone who is apparently a bad guy.

“Meet me at the parking lot after school and I’ll tell you.” Theo whispered in my ear, his breath on my neck making me shiver.

After I finished my last class, I made my way to the school parking lot to meet Theo.

It only took a few minutes for me to spot him, leaning against his car.

I walked over to him and his smile grew, making him look even more gorgeous than before. He was a werewolf so I was aware that he could sense my emotions through chemo signals, so I was trying my best to keep calm and not get nervous.

“So, what’s up with the note?” I asked leaning my head to the side.

“Well, I certainly know that Pride and Prejudice is you favorite book and since I’ve been wanting to ask you out on a date for a while, I figured that would be the perfect way to do so.” Theo took a step closer and looked at me with a flirtatious grin.

Oh boy, I think I’m about to faint.

“Oh, uhm, really?” looking down and then slowly back up at him again, I saw him wearing a genuine smile.

Theo slowly took my hand in his and nodded.

“Then just tell me when and where.”  

“I can pick you up at 8 tonight. The Where is still a surprise. You okay with that?” he asked and I responded with a yes, before he stepped in his car and drove away.

“Why the hell were you holding hands with Theo –Shady- Raeken ? “ Stiles practically jumped at me as soon as I walked through the door.

“Well hello to you too. Couldn’t you guys have texted me and told me there was a pack meeting now instead of hiding in my room and almost giving me an heart attack?” I snapped at my friends, who had scared the shit out of me by all sitting in my room when I came home.

“It was kind of urgent, considering the fact that you’ve been cozying up to the enemy.” Stiles spat, squinting his eyes at me.

“We don’t know if he’s really the enemy, maybe that’s a little overdra-“ Scott intervened but I ignored him.

“Just because you think Theo is the devil in disguise doesn’t mean that I can’t talk to him. In fact, He and I are going out tonight.” I crossed my arms on front of my chest and smirked, Stiles’ eyes going wide.

“(y/n), you can’t be serious. Theo can not be trusted!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

“Okay guys calm down. (y/n) isn’t stupid, she knows what she’s doing. If he seems suspicious to her, she can always call us, and she can protect herself really well.” Lydia defended me.

“Thank YOU!” I sighed, shooting her a grateful smile.

“I mean I get why she wants to go though. He does look extremely hot.” Malia, who had been quiet the entire conversation, threw in casually.

“Okay, wow, thank you, that’s definitely helping.” Stiles groaned.

It was almost eight and I was slowly but surely freaking out.

My outfit was cute, but not too fancy. My favorite blue jeans paired with a nice white lacy top.  I took the delicate golden necklace out of my jewelry box and hung it around my neck

Shortly after I finished my makeup and hair, I heard a car park outside and I rushed downstairs to open the door.

Theo was dressed in a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly and a black shirt that was tight enough so you could make out his muscles underneath. He held a simple white rose and handed it to me.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He said, making me blush.

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself. So, where to?”

I closed the door behind me and we made our way to his car with our hand intervened.

“You’ll see soon enough.” Theo smiled.

When it started to get dark outside and I noticed that he was driving into the woods, I was getting second thoughts. What if Stiles was right? What if Theo took me here to murder me and then bury my body in the woods? Oh my god. I’m screwed.

“Hey is everything okay? Your heart is beating like a sledgehammer.” He asked, looking concerned, which confused me because it seemed so honest.

“Uhm yea, I’m just nervous I guess.” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh. You’re thinking I’m going to hurt you right? Of course you are. I’m driving you into the woods in the middle of the night..oh my god I’m such an idiot. I am so sorry (y/n)! I wanted to to a picnic at the lookout point. I should’ve just told you. I’m sorry.” Theo explained , shaking his head at himself.

I let out a relieved sigh. “It’s okay Theo. It will be great.” I said, putting my hand on his that was on the steering wheel and smiled at him.

About five minutes later we had reached our destination. Theo exited the car and went to my side to open the door for me. He offered me a hand and I gladly took it, thanking him.

The view was absolutely breathtaking. You could see all of Beacon Hills from up here, the lights of the town in the dark blue night shining like stars at the bottom of the hill.

Theo got a blanket and a few snacks out of his car and placed it on the ground before he motioned for me to sit down beside him.

“You know,” he started, “ever since I came to the Beacon Hills High School, you fascinated me. I saw you in the halls every day, talking to Scott and Stiles and I wondered. What could a person like you have to do with the supernatural? Without sounding creepy, you just seemed..to pure for this dark world that we live in. And then I noticed you in the library whenever we had a free period. You would always sit in a quiet corner, all by yourself, with that one book in your hands. And you had that deep, concentrated look on your face, completely shutting out every one else. “

He smiled softly and paused, like he just relived one of those moments in his head. Then the reached out to gently push a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Every once in a while you would push your nice (y/h/c) hair behind your ear.

And all I could think about how I wanted to do it too, just like I did now and how you looked so effortlessly beautiful. As you do right now.”

My pulse was speeding up. Never in my life had someone said something this thoughtful and romantic to me. All I could think about in this moment was to kiss him.

And when Theo saw my eyes flicker to his lips, he took the chance, softly grabbed my neck and pressed his lips to mine.

Maybe want to continue this if you guys want it?

Get to know me tag

Thank you so so much for tagging me @paddingtonthegiraffe 💙

(I am doing it on my fangirl account bc I think it fits there best)

Rules: You have to tag followers you want to know better.

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: 169 cm ( 5’ 6½"  just like Martin Freeman yay)

Sexual orientation :  Like a wise woman on tumblr once said : I put the bi in bitch

Hogwarts House: Always a Ravenclaw  💙

Favourite Colour:  to wear : black, grey, burgundy

                                as colours : pink, white, blue (pastel)

Favourite Animal: Deers cause thay’re just magestic as I am

Average hours of sleep: 6, 5 or 3 - that’s why I am dead inside

Cat or dog person: ^^ I am a dog person but it’s not like I got to decide about that. I’d really been trying to be friends with cats but it’s never worked out. Once a cat at a party came up to me and I was very suspicious cause they always hate me. It  jumped on my legs and just fell asleep. I was like “woah, maybe they’re not that bad after all” and then the son of a bitch bit me, like frickin bad. I just don’t trust them and I never will - they always turn on me. Dogs are always loyal and I love them unconditionally.

Favourite fictional characters:  Ok I’m gonna separate this into book and TV section.

Books:  in general boys from The Mortal Instruments  -  Jace, Alec, Magnus, Simon and Jem (from The Infernal Devices). They are all so sweet and each one is so special I can’t just choose one *-*

Ronan Lynch - The Raven Cycle

TV: Ok, this is gonna be long but you asked for this.

SKAM: The boys ™ (Magnus, Mahdi, Jonas), obviously Isak and Even, Sana (cinnamon roll) and Vilde (my sweet child)

EYEWITNESS : Lukas Waldenbeck protect that boy, and Gabe

SHADOWHUNTERS : Alec, Magnus, Luke and Simon

SUPERNATURAL: Sam Winchester and Dean (but Sammy comes first), Castiel,Crowley, Gabriel and Jody

Ok I’ll stop right here, I don’t have time for this :)

Number of blankets I sleep with: one

Favourite singer/band: sweet lord, ok 

The Neighbourhod, Chet Faker, Agnes Obel, Arctic Monkeys, Sir Sly, Adna, Nirvana

Dream trip: Norway, India, Scotland (have the plan, not yet the money)

Dream job: honestly, I’d like something quiet like a writer or a translator (I don’t like to leave my house and I am lazy af )

When was this blog made: Not quite sure, 2 years ago. My sister made me and at first I didn’t understand what was so great about it, but now it consumes like 1/3 of my time

Number of followers: 2on this one, 8 on my langblr and 44 so far on my main one, doing my best to improve them :)

What made you decide to create this blog: Like I said before my sister convinced me to do it and I am so grateful for that. I learned a lot, found so many inspirations and begun to accept myself the way I am, because I saw that so many people are just like me

I tag : @meetmyinnerdemons   @here-and-now9    @naesheimeven   @isi-a-e

anonymous asked:

Veritaserum: Stupidest thing you've had to do with/for James

The amount of crazy shit I’ve had to do for that bloke mate. And people always think I’m the bad one…

Once I stayed over at the Potters when I was about 15. Told my parents I was over at my cousins. He had this girl Lily Evans that he thought was going to be at this club (why I have no idea?). He was convinced if she saw him outside of Hogwarts, then maybe things would go well. 

We snuck out, dragged me all the way to bloody Scotland (we took the wrong train). Ended up meeting these dodgy guys on the way and we got smashed with a group of muggles. When we got to Edinburgh it was about 6 am, and we broke into someones house to use their floo, so we could get in early before mr. Potter got up. Smashing the window was a bad idea, along with the fact that they kept a BLOODY SMALL BACK DRAGON as a fucking pet. We got caught, and ended up in some dodgy Scottish Auror building. Jamie didn’t want his dad finding out we were in jail, so I just called my parents to cover for him. 

Anyways everything that backfired, could, and did. And we both got in a shit ton. 

Mr. Potter was the funniest when he was angry though. Like he wouldn’t actually yell, just look at you funny and the bald part of his head would turn bright red. And then he’d rest his chin on his fist and “hmmmm” a lot. 

*an overheard conversation between my brother and his friend*
  • friend: Dude, you ever notice how your sister's room is always way colder than the rest of the house?
  • brother: Of course I have. Why?
  • friend: Well I think I've finally figured out why.
  • brother: Yeah? What'd do you think?
  • friend: That your sister is actually Satan and her closet is really the doorway to hell so she has to keep the room extra cold so no one suspects anything.
  • *brief moment of silence*
  • brother: I can't decide if I am concerned or amused with how much thought you've put into this.

Ok so like. Hear me out.

I took the sorting quiz when I was a junior in high school. My cousin Lyddie and I sat on my bed and were sorted into our houses on Pottermore. I was Slytherin and she was Ravenclaw.

Fast forward four years and I am sitting in my room retaking the quiz and I get Gryffindor. Much to my surprise.

I think that my experiences have caused me to grow into a different person. It is super interesting because I have retaken the quiz and have gotten Gryffindor multiple times.

However, recently, I took the quiz again and got Slytherin.

I am so confused.

I think I am going to just stick with Slytherin since it is the house that I have always identified most closely with, and since I sincerely believe that I would have been sorted there at age eleven.

What do you think?

I don’t really like the idea of “Slytherdor”…

I think that I should just choose Slytherin because it’s where I was originally sorted when I was younger.

My Day, Or I Think Maybe We Could Be Okay?

This morning a man came to my townhouse, which I am vacating shortly, to disable my alarm. (Uh-oh. Should I put that information on the Internet?) I always feel awkward when I have strange men who aren’t Tom Hardy in my house. Actually, I’d probably feel awkward if I had Tom Hardy in my house, too, because I’d be like, “Why is Tom Hardy in my house?” But I could solve the Tom Hardy issue by going out and finding a dog somewhere, but I didn’t know what to say for small talk with this particular strange man. I mentioned the art festival in town a few weeks ago but this man hadn’t been (and I’d only been for, like, 30 minutes to do a quick walk-through) so that topic fizzled. 

So then he said, “What do you think about the presidential election?” 

Dear God. Is this anybody’s idea of appropriate small talk to make?? Why weren’t we talking about the weather??? I am in a place where I was pretty sure he was going to be a Trump supporter, and I really didn’t want to get mansplained to about Trump, so I said something about how I wish it was over because our elections drag on WAY too long in this country (it’s not like we even end up with good choices at the end, as Trump is evidence!), and he persisted and bluntly asked me if I was a Democrat or a Republican, and I should have said something pithy and awesome like, “I’m a Johnlockian,” but instead I said Democrat and yup, I was treated to mansplaining about how Trump is the only good choice for this country because he’s “only out for himself,” which isn’t a trait I think of favorably in any human being so I’m not sure why I should want it in my President. 

So that was a lovely despairing way to start my day. 

And then I went to this oral history presentation from this class who had interviewed a bunch of the older people in towns in the area, like, people in their 80s and 90s. I thought it sounded interesting, and I was procrastinating grading exams, so I went. 

“Interesting” is an understatement. I learned about a lot of stuff I had no idea about, and I heard a lot of statements from the older people that sounded like this: 

“This generation doesn’t know how to work because they smoke too much dope.” 

“We probably could have done better if we’d formed a union, but I was happy with what I got. Those union people are never satisfied. I worked thirty-eight years for one company and retired with a pension of $75 a month and I am satisfied. Young people today need to learn how to be satisfied.” 

“The younger generation leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth. They could get work if they got off the couch.”

“We need to stop complaining about being poor and just dig our way out of poverty. Just start shoveling. These young folks think it’s just going to get handed to them.” 

“We have a dim tomorrow ahead of us, because these young people have no commitment to civil rights.” 

And these were people who grew up and were young during the Great Depression and World War II. Not exactly banner years for the world. But they thought the Great Depression was “idyllic” and “a time of real community.” Nowadays, the young people have no relationships with each other because they’re on their phones all the time. Also, World War II was great because these people were young and dated a lot of people. Like, that literally came up again and again. So, you know, the Holocaust was going on but getting to second base in the back of your Chevy was what really defined the era, apparently. I mean, I know that’s the power of nostalgia and a subjective view but I was kind of like, “Really? You’re going to condemn today’s younger generation for being selfish while ignoring how truly horrible your childhood was for enormous segments of the population?” 

But this just kind of drove home to me: This is what Trump’s appealing to, isn’t it? This idea that nobody works in this country anymore, that we’re all just sitting around doing nothing and being greedy about it. Never mind that I see so much social and political activism all around me every day by young people. Never mind that I see young people every day drowning in debt and turned out into a world with no jobs for them. Never mind that people are out there being greedy about nothing more radical than basic rights. Never mind that the community for younger people is literally *global* in scope, and that’s why they’re on their phones, because they have more interpersonal relationships they’re maintaining than could ever be dreamed of in previous generations. No, there’s a narrative out there that the younger generation is just plain lazy. 

And here’s the deal: That’s the *easy* narrative. The world is such a complex and complicated place. The Trump narrative makes it easy: Relax, everyone who doesn’t look like you is a criminal so we’ll just evict them, and everyone who’s not doing well in this country is lazy and deserves it. And that’s *easy.* And that makes it okay for you to be mean and cruel and rude to everyone around you who might need some compassion, because the reason they’re not doing as well as you is because they’re *lazy.*

Which all of you already know but was really crystallized to me today when I was listening to talk after talk about how the world is going to hell in a handbasket because kids don’t want to work. I’m not really a kid anymore, and who knows, maybe someday I’ll be 95 and thinking that kids these days are useless, but you kids who I get to know are pretty amazing, and you inspire me every day, and I’ve learned a great deal from you, and listening to all these people tell me there was no hope left actually gave me A LOT of hope. Because I see all of you guys and I know that they are absolutely dead wrong. You’ve got this. The Trump supporters think the world has no chance, because they have absolutely no idea how lucky the world is to have this generation coming up. We just need to keep at it.