I'm Sure I Can't Be The Only One Who Wants A Musical Password. Like, If Someone Tries To Steal My Phone

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

April first, 1999

George blew the candles, encouraged by his family and friends. He didn't knew how long he would resist smiling. No, don't think like that, he nagged himself, they need this as much as you do. He just had to keep going, just a little more.

He decided to focus his attention on something other than the cake, like, Hermione and Ron. They remind me of Angelina and- nope. Harry, Harry who had also been-no. Percy, who should have- NO. Teddy, whose parents were-oh for Merlin's beard!-wait, what?.

Slowly but surely, the little Lupin was crawling in his onesie towards his puffy bludger , courtesy of Lee Jordan, probably to chew the wrapper with that toothless mouth of his.

The baby would be one year old in a few months and was already babbling, he couldn't help but chuckle. Then, he saw his chance, this was it! He ended his cake slice, picked up the baby and tickled him.

-It's quite late for you to be up, don't ya think, lil' fella? I'll take him to his crib-he told his father.

-Be careful-Arthur smiled softly. If he knew his intentions, he didn't said a word.

As soon as they were in the hallway, George exhaled as he leaned against the wall, and quietly, very quietly, he sobbed and shed a tear. No one mentioned him, but his twin's presence, or rather, absence, was felt all around the Burrow.

Teddy didn't liked seeing Georgie like this, he didn't liked it!. So he reached with his tiny baby hands to his cheeks, as if asking "Are you okay?". That seem to work when Uncle Harry touched his head.

He wasn't, but he played it cool for the kid-S'nothing, let's get you to your room

Teddy settled down on his chest with sleepy eyelids. Going up the stairs, he heard what he suspected when he saw the empty chair: he wasn't the only one that had stepped away from the party to mourn in peace.

-I-I miss you so much, my child, my Fred- Molly cried while looking at a picture of the Weasley twins laughing, maybe after one of many pranks they had pulled over the years.

The crib was just next to her mother's bed, as she would babysit Teddy for her admittedly large experience. He knocked, almost sorry to do so.

-Oh, George! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming, I just-

-It's fine, mom. Don't worry about it.

-Did everyone ate already?

-Yup

Teddy looked at the old frame, frowning a little. Then he turned his hair red.

-Oh. Do you want me to hold you, darling?-asked the woman, cleaning her face and showing a sad smile.

-Fwed?

Fred. That was his first word. Fred.

The ghost grinned softly.

Queer hcs are completely fine but God please stop twisting the message of Encanto and pretend it's supposed to be a queer narrative,,, it's about generational trauma in latino households

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Feliz noche de velitas

Y DEJEN DE PRENDER PÓLVORA EN LA CALLE, CARAJO!

today is december 7th, and do you know what that means? today is the night of the candles here in Colombia, and do you know what that means? that I am getting drunk and eating a lot, but also that Alma and Pedro got in love on a night like this.

I am not crying, you are crying. 

This is a new year, which comes with new projects. So, I want to share what I've been working on:

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Félix Madrigal/Pepa Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal/Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal/Pedro Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Agustín Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Mariano Guzmán, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mirabel Madrigal Has a Gift, Sister-Sister Relationship, Unrequited Love, Possessive Behavior, Minor Violence, In this house we stan Alma Madrigal, lots of Spanish

Summary:

Casita comes to realise that when one tries to solve intergenerational trauma, the end does not justify the means; especially if those means revolve around a innocent 5 years old girl suffering a decade of slander & isolation for having no magic. Therefore, it's time to recycle a gift.

Spinel:

The entire fandom:

Another Latino reference for the compas

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

When I was a child, I didn't see the importance of talking or having connection with people, and I spent all my time reading books. Everyone treated everyone as a friend, so there wasn't a problem. When I became a teenager, I suddenly found myself alone, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't maintain a relationship that wasn't texting with some foreign stranger on the internet.

The situation hit me hard both academically and mentally; my family noticed but I never told them the reason. One of my aunts warned me "Don't be so sad all the time, or you'll regret it when you're grown up, asking to yourself 'why didn't I enjoy my best years while I still could'" What she said stuck with me through my adolescence, even at the lowest points when I wanted to dissapear. And now that I'm an adult, and I can tell you she was both right and wrong.

My phone's getting older. I'll have to buy a new one soon, so I've been selecting which pictures I should keep when I came across old screenshots. I've had this Tumblr account for a while now, I think I had it even before the NSFW ban (which is quite ironic as I have to block and report pornbots daily) and seeing people talking about their problems made me feel seen. I didn't posted at all, simply taking screenshots of the posts that gave this feeling of "I'm not the only one". I was thankful I wasn't crazy. And today, reviewing those posts, I laugh. Not because I think they're stupid, but because I don't need them anymore.

The hurt I felt keeps whispering at me. I'm still highly anxious, and I've yet to kiss someone. But I have friends now. My relationship with my parents has become better, and I'm more independent than before. I've learned that life is a mix of ups and downs, and you can't stay forever in downs. My aunt was right when she said I regret what could've been, but she was wrong when she said I'd wonder to myself why I didn't enjoy it. I don't care to examine the reasons of my sadness. All I can say about is that I'm glad that sad old me could survive long enough to be here writing this post. The past can and will hit me with nostalgia and what-ifs, but for now, all I want is to fulfill the hope that 13 year old me screenshoted for the future: