Queer Is Literally A Slur. Like You’ve Never Been Called That In A Derogatory Context Like Most Lgbt

queer is literally a slur. like you’ve never been called that in a derogatory context like most lgbt people? you think your experiences escaping homophobia make it okay to justify the use of a homophobic slur?

queer is an identity.

it has also been used as a slur. there is no denying that. but using a word as a slur does not make it a slur. because before queer is a slur it is an identity. before it is derogatory it is a label. the use of queer as an identity is infinitely more important than the use of queer as a slur because the people who identify as queer are infinitely more important than the people who use queer as a slur.

say a lot of people decided they hated me. despised me. were disgusted by me to the point where my own name became a slur. would you tell me not to say it? would you tell me i could no longer be helena, and instead must come up with a euphemism for the name that belonged to me decades before it belonged in the mouths of bigots?

because that would make you an enabler.

you would tell me i can’t say my name anymore because some lowlife decided he could use it to insult me?

you would tell a gay man that he can’t be gay anymore because some teens in the early 2000’s started calling everything they didn’t like “gay”, and now he has to say “same sex oriented male identifying individual”?

does that enrage you? because it should. that’s exactly how you sound.

you are telling me i cannot use my label. you are telling me that when my great-uncle shouted until his face was red and he spat tobacco and the word queer at my feet, he was right. he was right to insult me, and i was wrong to say my name.

you are shitting on every single one of our predecessors. you are slandering every person who fought for their rights to exist and and be tolerated and be celebrated in their countries, every person who was lost to the aids epidemic, every person whose country criminalizes love and gender expression, every child whose parents abandoned them for straying from the norm, every person who was born and will die in the closet longing to be themselves. the queer umbrella is a safety net, a security blanket, the comfort of being known without being pressured to tell. it is near and dear and important as fuck to every member of the lgbt+ community and you are a blight upon the earth you walk.

how dare you speak upon my experiences with homophobia. how dare you disguise your own homophobia as activism. and how fucking dare you have the audacity to come to my blog and hide behind an anonymous ask and preach to me about how i’m oppressing myself. go look at the fucking wikipedia page for queer and read about how 1980s lgbt+ activists, especially lgbt+ people of color, fought to call themselves queer in a world that still hates peculiar things. and here you are forty years later spitting queer back at their feet.

i don’t give a fuck if people start using my name as a slur. my name is still helena. i will not change it. i chose it, i like it, and it belongs to me. it does not belong to bigots no matter how badly they want it. your discomfort with my identity is not my fucking problem.

i am helena. i am queer. die mad & go fuck yourself

ILVERMORNY HEADCANON [House Common Rooms]

WAMPUS

The House of Wampus is located directly in plain sight; the very front entrance of Ilvermony.

On either side of the very front entrance of the school, there are two sets of suits of armor positioned on either side. These enchanted armors are typically used to guide First Year around the mind-boggling castle. However, if one were to go to set on the left hand side of the door, the armors that constantly bicker night and day, and be a Wampus student, the suits will drag their longswords and cut along the castle’s outer wall (to the utter infuriation of the professors, who’d reminded the suits time and time against that they need only to trace the wall to get the door open) to open the Wampus Common Room entrance. At one time, there use to be a silly password or ID to get into the room, however, that had long since been forgotten as only Wampus students have been found to out-yell the enchanted suits.

The common room, itself, is something very reflective of the actual wampus house; it’s warm and cozy, with plush furniture and wooden walls and frames like a hunting lodge. There are magical weapons decorated along the walls, along with various trinkets that students had nicked from the confiscated drawers of the teachers. Books and notes on hexes and Dark Magic are scattered about for students to learn from.

Four large corridors are located on each face of the common room. Two are for the boy and girls’ bedrooms (which are notoriously messy to the point of humor) whilst the other two lead to a large set of catacombs that lead to multiple spots hidden around the grounds. Upperclassmen Wampuses are responsible for nightly patrols to make sure that students and/or intruders are wandering about.

THUNDERBIRD

Sitting high above the hills of Mount Greylock sits the nets of the Thunderbirds.

To actual reach the impossibly high treehouses, Thunderbird students must venture to an enchanted tapestry on the highest floor of the castle. Hanging on one of the walls is a rather large tapestry that, daily, will change its overall design to reflect a different area of the world. Students must correctly name the location in order to have the tapestry scoop them up, and fling them up from the castle to a landing station connected to the treehouses,.

The treehouses, themselves, hang on the innermost trees of Ilvermorny’s forest. A series of rope bridge and magical trees which move their branches for platforms are the modes of movement between the houses and the common room, which is located right beside the landing station for the house, underneath a small gazebo-type roofing.

Not many pieces of furniture are located in the common room; only a small set of chairs and a large cabinet piece filled with items and supplies for every good Thunderbird’s newest exploration. It it restocked every morning by the school’s helpers, so there will never be a day where one goes without a compass or a set of rations. A helpful thing when it comes for upperclassmen when it comes to their school duties.

PUKWUDGIE

It’s a common joke at Ilvermorny that Pukwudgie students live in the school’s vibrant greenhouse.

And, really, it isn’t far at all from the truth.

There are countless pieces of plant life in the glassy classroom, but behind one, a large shrub tucked between two more interesting herb trees, lays the Pukwudgie common room. Getting in changes by the daily, just as the Thunderbird’s common room. Pukwudgie students are given the task of identifying a new herb or flower that grows on their shrub. Naming it will make the shrub part to allow access into the room. However, if one were to attempt to cheat and tell their fellow classmates what is blooming that day, they will be blasted by a rotten stench by the shrub before being let in.

Inside the common room, there is a small, yet lush relaxation/break room for Pukwudgies to unwind after stressful classes. A large hearth and velvety armchairs are there for every students’ disposal, as well as a vast collection of textbooks and drinks that are constantly being restocked. Students tend to love to curl up with one of each beside the towering windows during the evenings.

There are two non-dormitory doors are located in the common room. The first being a door leading to a staircase that is connected to the Nurse’s Office. The second is a small, fully-stocked, private workroom that students had use for personal research. Great discoveries have been made there, and they are continued to be made there every year.

HORNED SERPENT

There is only one appropriate location for the house of the mind; the library.

Entrance is located on the top story of the library. Behind a small maze of bookshelves, there is a portrait, hanging within a golden frame, that has a different scholar within it every week. This scholar can range from the minds of Merlin to Harry Houdini, to whomever has a mind special enough to guard the Horned Serpent common room.

To gain entrance, each student must engage in a light debate with that of the scholar. The topic is random, mostly based on whatever that scholar is pondering in that moment, and ranges far. Some debates can only take a few moments whilst others have ended in students falling asleep from exhaustion outside the door. It all depends on the mind, really.

The Horned Serpent’s common room is very similar in the aspect of the Pukwudgie common room; very lush and soft, and perfect for late night studying. A monstrous bookcase is located on the side of the common room, filled to the brim with books of every sort. It’s a tradition for graduating Horned Serpents to leave their favorite book on the shelf for the younger students. It’s in order to have students vary their minds and discover things in a collection that one couldn’t always find in the library.

Hope you like these! Be free to ask for more headcanons!

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cceliel

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you can only reblog this once

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cceliel

3 years ago

Hot take: Actual literary analysis requires at least as much skill as writing itself, with less obvious measures of whether or not you’re shit at it, and nobody is allowed to do any more god damn litcrit until they learn what the terms “show, don’t tell” and “pacing” mean.

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