Not To Be “that Person Who Stares At Gifs And Makes A Weird Whining Noise In The Back Of Their Throat

I have no idea how to feel this crushes my soul

If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.

But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.

hi hello CATS!!!! CANNOT!!!! BE VEGAN!!!!!

i cannot believe i have to fucking say this.

dogs are omnivore and IF YOUR VET APPROVES your pooch MAY be able to go on an APPROVED(!!!!!) commercial vegan dog food like the brand “v-dog” which has all the essential vitamins, protein, etc. (the oldest record winning dogs have been vegan)

cats are CARNIVORE and cannot fucking live on a vegan diet. a vet would laugh in your face and probably find some way to have your pet taken away from you because you’re obviously not fit to have an animal if you think you can feed a cat a diet based on your own ethics

i’m vegan but this is so fucking harmful.

it’s about minimizing your harm, not putting your animals on risky diets in an attempt to be perfect.

DON’T FUCKING DO THIS TO YOUR PETS

Finally someone says it. I didn’t know how to put it into words. But this is what I’ve been feeling about it.

The idea that Severus is the sexually aggressive creep in the Snape/Lily/James love triangle comes purely from a place of lookism and classism. There is no evidence at all for that ridiculous conclusion that Severus is an “incel” or a “stalker”. James is the one who uses his abuse of Lily’s friend to try to blackmail her into dating him all the while ignoring her obvious distress, who threatens to physically harm Lily with a very abusive “Aw, don’t make me hex you”, and continues to persue her romantically despite her expressed dislike of him. Those are all things James does in the text of the story, but because he’s conventionally attractive it’s hot rather than predatory. And because he’s a rich white male with all the power and privilege, he gets to be “Just A Boy” where any wrong step Severus makes while having rocks thrown at him from all directions instantly makes him a monster because he’s “greasy” and “creepy” and “weird”. It’s not about the behavior.

Whereas, there is not one single example of Severus doing anything at all resembling “stalking” Lily. In fact, there is not one piece of concrete evidence that Severus was romantically interested in Lily at all, so even IF he was, he kept that to himself to the point that even the reader doesn’t know. The only time Severus ever insisted on talking with Lily was to apologize not to get her to go on a date. That was an isolated incident (unlike James’ behavior which is portrayed as how he casually interacts her) and it was because Severus felt guilty and wanted apologize as soon as possible. And you know what Severus did after Lily refused his apology? He left her alone. That’s why the memory is his worst, that was the whole point, because even though it hurt him so much to lose the only person he had, Severus let Lily go and respected her choice to run off with his abuser, and later spent the rest of his life honoring her memory with no possibility of personal gain.

Why is it that an impoverished kid from a broken home who is being actively bullied and abused at school is “creepy” and “gross” for only having one close friend who he genuinely cares about and treats with respect, but the rich kid who has every privilege at his disposal to make people like him or at least listen to him is “playful” and “fun” for being actively predatory and abusive? That double standard is so transparent. People literally only think James is the better choice because he’s hot and privileged, and I’m so tired of Jily shippers’ fake-woke bullshit. They give James so much credit for lying to Lily and continuing to bully Severus behind her back so he could get her to date him without changing anything, but then claim that Severus was the one changing for selfish reasons when he was doing what she would have wanted years after she was dead and couldn’t possibly give him anything in return.

Seriously, if you think that Severus worked as a spy because he “wanted to fuck” a woman who had been dead for 11+ years then you’re clearly too stupid to have a conversation with like wtf are you even talking about? Was Lily gonna resurrect herself just to fuck Snape if he protected her son enough times? Log off Tumblr, clearly it rots your brain.

Whaaat?

where’s that video of the naked crackhead literally running the speed of a moving car and I use the term literally literally he was deadass keeping up with the car

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The truth

I’ve always been the type to hide my pain. I struggle silently for the most part. Very few have seen me cry. Though many have seen my scars. I’ve not been the one to hide after the fact. I try my hardest to be honest, but I almost never tell people the truth about my scars. They know that they’re self-inflicted, I’d never try to actually convince them otherwise anymore. Though I never really tell them the truth of the reasons behind them. I always give them basic reasons and they accept that. They don’t push so I don’t offer the real reasons. I doubt I’d tell them even if they did. I would not in a million years post this if I thought there was any chance of anyone I personally know seeing this. I’m not sure if I’d be able to post it if I knew more than like ten people would see this honestly. I feel like if I talk a little more about it, maybe I could help someone else. Or at the very least make sure they know they’re not alone in this fight. Most likely I’m going to regret this, but I’ll go though with it anyway. Let me start of with this, no this isn’t me trying to get attention or be all woe is me. If I wanted attention there are plenty of other places I could do that. Here I’m only ever going to be raw and honest. The same way I was with my first post. So I’ll start from the beginning and build up to the present. So when I was young my parents got divorced, though they still almost have always lived together, which means lots of fights, that my brother and I always witnessed no matter how hard they tried to hide it from us. We weren’t stupid, we saw and heard pretty much everything, or mostly I did. Though that’s probably the least of it if I’m being honest. I’ve always been bullied for one thing or another, sometimes for my weight, sometimes for being half black, sometimes for my parents and other things I honestly couldn’t tell you because I don’t even think they knew why. I had a lot of fake friends throughout my life, they mostly wanted my brother even as a young girl. Mostly I ended up getting adopted by my brother’s friends which was great as long as my brother and I were on good terms. When I was in I think second grade, my absolute best friend who was a year older than me and was completely infatuated with my brother, decided to experiment with my body without my permission to do so. I’d love to say that was the only time something like that happened to me, but that’s not true you’ll get to know what I mean later on in this post. So she raped me for lack of a better word while I was sleeping over at her house. I never told a soul until really recently. If you didn’t gather my brother was everything to me as a kid, he was, honestly still kinda is, but we moved the summer of my third grade year. I don’t know what happened, but after that my brother and my relationship really fell apart for a long time after that, still hasn’t been the same honestly. So I lost my only really friend, which made me very lonely and desperate for friends and a place to fit in. I got that, but I also lost that fairly quickly as well. The bullying continued even with the change of schools, not that I really expected anything different. There was a neighbor that lived across the street from me that worked at my school. He kinda became a family friend. Keep that in mind as I tell you the next part. Almost everyday during lunch for close to six months, he would molest me. I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, hell I blamed myself about it, so I didn’t tell anyone about it. My friends noticed what was happening and knew it wasn’t right, so they went to the principal behind my back without my knowledge. The principal didn’t do much of anything about it, I mean the guy got fired, but she didn’t tell my parents or contact the police like she was supposed to. So she reinforced inside my head that it was my fault. Also his mother verbally attacked me for telling her other much younger son about it. So I didn’t tell anyone else for a very long time. Since both made me continue to believe I was in the wrong. Though I know now that isn’t true, it took me so long to get to that point. Three years later I told my mom about it and begged her not to tell anyone, then maybe a year and a half later I told both my brother and father about it. He still lived beside me and I still had to deal with him. He moved away finally maybe a year ago. After I had graduated high school. That was spread around school after I talked about it around the wrong person. Eventually everyone knew some version of the story. My entire middle school knew some small part of the story. I was horrified and that made the bullying worse. For a long time I felt completely alone even with friends, there were only two people that actually really made a difference in my life during that time and they both left me in very different ways. One was Harlee my best friend, she stood up for me or kept me away from the people trying to tear me apart. That was before 8th grade when her and her new best friend started bullying me using things only my friends knew. So it hurt so much more. The other one was the best friend I got after Harlee left me. Her name was Kelly, she was such a bright beautiful soul. She was amazing and really helped me begin to heal for the first time in my life. We had lost touch after 8th grade and the next I had heard about her was that she died. She meant the world to me and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss her. She was barely 13 when she died from cancer, I never knew the extreme pain of loss until that day. I couldn’t move for an hour after I’d heard about her passing, besides the sobs ripping through my entire body. I still haven’t gotten over the pain of her passing. That was one of the times I really started to self harm, after that pain. I’d done it a few times before like when my aunt had gotten breast cancer, which she luckily survived, or when I had told someone new about what the guy had done to me. Things were kinda fine for awhile, there was still bullying, but nothing comparable to middle school. I had gotten into a relationship with my best friend and things were serious between us. We had really thought we were gonna get married. We both still live each other, but we’ve both moved on. He got into another amazing relationship, but I didn’t. I wanted to rebel against him which in hindsight made no sense seeing as I broke up with him, but I dated a girl he told me would be no good for me. He was 100% correct, she was terrible to me and for me. That didn’t stop me from staying in that terrible relationship for almost three years. She was abusive to say the least, but it was kinda okay in the beginning. She desperately was trying to buy my love, which I gave to her in a way. She spent a lot of money on me but she was truly awful. Though things never got physical in the beginning. It was over a year into it when she started hurting me. It seems like after we had sex she got so much worse. She would beat me, which I would fight back just as hard, but that I could handle mentally. It wasn’t until she started raping me that I truly knew this wasn’t going to change. I wouldn’t say I was scared of her, since I knew I could take her, but I was so lost by this point I didn’t know who or what I was anymore. I either needed out of that relationship or I was going to end up dead, whether it be her or me I didn’t know. Still it took me a very long time to get outta the relationship. It was the December after graduation I finally stuck to my guns and got out of it. I lost most of my high school years to that girl, but I learned a lot from that experience. I wouldn’t be who I am today without that terrible experience happening. I got a stalker soon after the break up since I almost immediately met a guy online and tried to become fwbs with him. We met up once, did a little bit, but he got almost as crazy as my ex. Eventually I honestly didn’t feel safe anywhere in my neighborhood or town because of them. I needed out, but I didn’t know how. I genuinely hate myself and I felt ugly beyond description. Those external things really destroyed me internally, for a long time throughout most of those things I wanted to die. I hated everything about me and nothing helped. I would self harm and it felt good to me. I know how that sounds, trust me. But for years all I really felt was stress, pain, numb and fake. As bad as it sounds self harm helped temporarily, though I do not at all promote it. You get addicted to it and it’s nearly impossible to quit. It’s not really worth it. Honestly if I could undo it I probably would. Though there isn’t anything I can do now besides fight the urge. Things got better and worse when I moved to the other side of the country. But I think I bore my soul enough for today. Now I’m in an amazing relationship with an even more amazing guy. I wouldn’t change a thing, as long as I get to keep him. He’s helped me heal in ways I never knew possible. I love him with every inch of my body and I wouldn’t trade him for an easier life. I really don’t know how I survived everything, but I promise you the fight to stay alive is always worth it. I’m proof of that. I had almost given up on life and love, then Josh came into my life. My love for him, began the slow process of healing. So I guess the moral is, no matter your history, you have a bright future ahead of you as long as you keep living to get to that point. It’s worth the fight I promise you that. If you ever need someone to talk to I’m here for you no matter what. I love you all and I need you to keep fighting, to keep living. Sorry for the long post, but I think it needed to be out there. I mean it, if you need someone to talk to I'm right here, I promise you that. Please feel free to reach out to me.

I see so many people reluctant to accept that Severus was ‘indoctrinated’ into the Dark Arts. For some reason, all it takes is Sirius (who we already know to be biased) saying, ‘oh, that guy knew more Dark Arts spells than Voldemort himself from the age of eleven!’ and it’s Accepted Canon that that this eleven-year-old boy - also shown to canonically be very kind, thoughtful, and intelligent - is obviously in some parts Pure Evil.

Has anyone considered that we can juxtapose the allure of the Dark Arts to characters like Severus, with Harry’s infatuation with ‘the Prince’ via ‘The Half-Blood Prince’s’ copy of Advanced Potions? Harry spends the whole of HPB telling Hermione that the Prince is cool and knows his stuff, that he’s so clever and doing such a good job of getting Harry recognised in Potions class, that he couldn’t possibly have malevolent intentions because of this. Harry’s confidence in the Prince, his respect for the Prince, his blind belief in everything the Prince has written gets to such a point that he takes the spell Sectumsempra and throws it at Draco without a second thought, without even realising its potential. 

This is the exact environment in which Severus’ adoption into the Dark Arts could have occurred. The people in his House who knew about it, who were introducing it to him, surely didn’t mean anything too bad with it. It’s just a laugh, as he says to Lily. It was all fun and games, it was cool and interesting - nobody was dying over it. Remember, it didn’t matter how many times Hermione told Harry he needed to return the Prince’s book, it wasn’t until he nearly killed Draco that he realised everything had gone too far. Likewise, it didn’t matter how many times Lily told Severus that Mulciber and Avery were being cruel, it took for Lily’s life to be on the line for Severus to finally realise what he’d become involved in. If we can forgive Harry for being pulled into a world of forbidden/hidden knowledge, and learning to use it without anyone explicitly forcing him to, then we can at the very least understand how Severus got himself to the same point.

Harry, Severus and Voldemort - ‘the abandoned boys’ - represent stages when it comes to the Dark Arts. Voldemort embraced it completely, to the point of losing his own humanity over it. Severus got taken in, but knew deep down he had to pull himself away - unfortunately, the damage had already been done. Harry, learning from the mistakes of the two before him through his own journey, understands that, whilst it can be a formidable force, the Dark Arts shouldn’t be taken lightly. He refuses the Elder Wand, he backs away from this world of strange, and powerful magic. 

Unlike Voldemort, he keeps his humanity. Unlike Severus, he knows when to quit.

Made my life right here

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

Derek Hale Appreciation Week 2021 Day 6:

Saturday Nov 27 - Post-Canon // Happiness

(Will write full fic for this eventually)

I stroll to the door to the vet clinic, hating that I have to go here, but this is really the only place I can go for this. I hear Stiles’s hummingbird heartbeat and get extra uncomfortable with the situation. What could he be doing here?

I hear Stiles say “Doc, I don’t know what to tell you, I just need to study as much of your books for this. I don’t know what the witches plan for him. I just know I have less than six hours to figure it out or he’s as good as dead.”

Deaton says “Mr. Stilinski, I would really prefer you to give me more information than that. Where did you see Scott last? Where did the witches take him?”

Stiles sighs and says “The Nemeton, now can I get back to work?”

Deaton sighs and says “Alright, Mr. Stilinski.”

I walk into the vet clinic and say “Hey, Deaton. There is a problem that I need your help with. So if you could come open the barrier that would be ideal.”

Deaton walks out of the back room and sees all the baby betas I have in my arms and on my back and it’s the first time I’ve ever truly seen him lose his composure. His eyes go comically huge and he falters in his step. His heart starts beating wildly and smells of fear and regret.

Deaton says “Mr. Stilinski, you might want to change what you’re looking into.”

Stiles runs out of the room and says “Oh shit. I guess I should. Hey Derek and Puppies. Where did you find them, Derek?”

I sigh and say “The Nemeton. And that’s not the only thing. I’m an Alpha again.”

Deaton flinches and says “Mr. Stilinski, you don’t need to worry about finding Scott anymore. He’s gone and there is nothing you can do.”

Stiles says “How do you know that from the fact that Derek is Alpha again? You did not, did you? I knew that True Alpha shit was nonsense. I can’t believe you. What the hell gave you the right to do that? And if you say balance I will absolutely lose my shit.”

I stare at Stiles and say “What are you talking about, Stiles?”

Stiles glares at Deaton and says “Deaton gave Scott your spark, I knew he couldn’t have become a True Alpha if it did exist. He never did accept his wolf. So there was no way he’d have gotten the upgrade.”

Deaton looks down and says “It wasn’t like that. I was desperate and Scott seemed like the best option. Once it became clear it wasn’t the case it was too late for me to do anything about it.”

Stiles shakes his head and says “There are so many things wrong with what you just said, but I don’t have the time to break it down for you. Come on, Der. I’ll let you and the puppies in.”

Stiles opens the barrier without issue and Deaton looks shocked at that. Stiles just smirks and waves me to follow him. I can’t help but feel I’m missing many things and Stiles has the answers to at least most of what is going on.

I follow Stiles into Deaton’s magic room and say “What do you already know, Stiles?”

Stiles tenses and says “Why do you think I know anything right now?”

I sigh and say “You were lying to Deaton earlier. So what really happened? What happened at the Nemeton, Stiles?”

Stiles deflates and says “Scott and I went to the Nemeton because I felt something pulling me there. The Nemeton spoke to me and it was so bad, Derek. Do you know the damage Scott has truly caused? Because I do now and it hurts. Knowing I helped him cause all of the pain and destruction he has.”

I flinch and say “Stiles, tell me what happened.”

He runs a hand through his hair and says “I fed him to the Nemeton to atone for my part in everything. The Nemeton told me that it would help right some of the wrongs. When I left the Peppies weren’t puppies yet. They were adults. Clearly something happened after I ran away.”

I growl softly and say “You left them alone, Stiles. What the hell? Some of them were just brought back from the dead and you left them alone?”

He sighs and says “I felt you were coming and I couldn’t bring myself to face you yet. So I left and decided to do as much research as I could convince Deaton to let me do with his library. I panicked and I regret leaving them alone, especially since something happened in between me leaving and you getting there.”

I growl and say “Do you know who all of them are? I’m unsure about a few of them.”

He frowns and says “Deucalion, Ethan, Aiden, Boyd, Erica, Issac, Jackson, Peter, Cora and Malia.”

I sigh and say “Why are Peter, Cora, Malia and Deucalion in the group? That doesn’t make sense.”

He sighs and says “It makes more sense than you realize. But I will explain later. I have a lot of research to do. I will help you take care of them until I can get them back to adults. It’s a good thing I did something behind your back over the years since having them in town too often would raise too many questions.”

I frown and say “What do you mean, Stiles?”

He tenses and says “I had your house rebuilt in the preserve. It’s in your name and everything. I found your plans and put them into action. It’s hidden under a ward for now. I was going to surprise you with it, but I never really got the chance.”

I stare at him and say “Why would you do that?”

He shakes his head and says “It doesn’t matter why. I did it and it’s a good thing I did. We’re going to have to probably go to Ikea to get furniture for the Puppies and stuff though.”

I frown and say “Stiles, why are you so willing to help me? Why did you get my house rebuilt? How did you get it rebuilt?”

He frowns and says “It does not matter, Derek. I care, okay? That’s all.”

I sigh and say “Okay, Stiles. I’ll leave it alone for now. But only because we have more important things to worry about.”

He growls surprisingly wolflike and says “We’re not going to talk about it at all. My reasons are my own and I will not share them. You’re not the first to ask and you won’t be the first I give into. Everyone that helped with the house asked the same question and I never answered. I’d like to keep that streak up personally.”

I sigh and say “Fine. Whatever you want. Thank you I guess.”

He nods and gets to work researching. I study him and wonder why he’s doing any of this. Especially since I know he is the one who made sure to go and make sure Kate was dead for real this time. I don’t understand why he’s always willing to take these insane risks when I’m involved. It’s worse with me than it ever was with Scott, Lydia or even his dad. I mean he risked his future with the FBI for me. I don’t understand. Why does he do any of it? He had my childhood home rebuilt to my specifications if he is telling the truth. I don’t even know when he would have had the time to set it up. I can’t fathom that Scott would have been okay with it. Though clearly that’s not as important to him as I thought it always would be. I can’t believe he sacrificed Scott to the Nemeton, bringing my betas back and others along with them. He said he cared, but that’s still a lot of trouble to go to for someone you only slightly care about. I don’t understand and contemplating it is only making it harder to understand. I hope one day he decides on his own to tell me. Because I’m not going to be able to convince him to tell me or figure it out on my own. Slowly the deaged betas are all waking up, causing me to be distracted from my thoughts. I slowly set each of them on the ground and try to keep an eye on them all while also being aware of Stiles. Most of them pile together, but Erica starts growling and wolfing out, which is both precious and terrifying. I’m unsure what to do. Stiles pointedly clears his throat and Erica calms nearly instantly. I gape at Stiles, unsure how he was able to do that so easily and while rather distracted. Peter is climbing up Stiles’ pant leg and Stiles doesn’t even look up from what he is doing to scoop Peter up and settle him on his hip. I never expected something like that to be beautiful, especially when it comes to Stiles, but it takes my breath away. Stiles smirks slightly and I’m unsure if it’s about me or whatever he is reading. I sigh when I notice Issac is staring up at me, I scoop him up and set him on my hip. Stiles' smile softens and I’m not going to lie, I preen slightly. He softly chuckles and I smile softly at him. Most of the betas are back asleep in the pile minus our two clingers. This is going to be interesting, but I’m kind of looking forward to it. Stiles always knows how to make things interesting and admittedly fun as well.

@softranswolves

Please definitely need this right now.

if you’re reading this

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