I would just like to say fuck you to everyone who made me feel inadequate growing up and ruining my self esteem for years. You all suck and I’m glad I don’t talk to any of you any more.
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
14. It was no surprise that Albus Severus Potter liked to roam the corridors. He liked exploring the castle and after his brother had nicked the Marauders Map from their dads’ desk, Albus had been wandering all about the castle. On one of his journeys, his path led him to a long stretch of corridor with no paintings, except that of a beach landscape. Lounging in full wizards robes, on the beach, rubbing sunscreen on his nose, was Albus Dumbledore. The boy was so excited that he immediately ran over to the painting and stood awkwardly, trying to get the occupants’ attention. Finally, after clearing his throat, Dumbledore turned. “Why hello, may I help you with something?” The boy just smiled, “You’re Dumbledore, right?” The older man matched the boys’ smile, “Indeed I am.” Albus Severus was thrilled, “I’m named after you, and another Hogwarts professor.” Dumbledore beamed, “Ah, so you are Harrys’ son? Albus? Who is the other headmaster?” Though he already knew the answer. “Severus Snape. I’ve been hoping to meet him too, but I don’t know where to find him.” The boy said sadly. With a wink, Dumbledore walked from the painting, leaving the boy very confused. However, a few minutes later he returned, leading a very reluctant man with sallow skin and dark hair. “Why should I want to meet Potters’ son, I’ve met the other one. He’s just like his father! Why should this one be any different?” The hook nosed man turned, and was slightly embaressed that the boy of his rant was standing right by the portrait. “Fine then. What’s you’re name boy? I don’t suppose you have any talents in school classes, probably just on the Quidditch field.” The young boy thought deeply before answering, “My name is Albus Severus Potter. I’m not very good at Quidditch, but I love Charms and Potions class. I’m sorry if my brother has been a prat, he’s always like that.” The boy looked up at the man in the portrait, his green almond shaped eyes peering at Snape. Severus was speechless and instead of having a snide remark for the boy, simply asked him how he was liking Potions class and the castle. Many times after this initial meeting, Severus Snape could be seen roaming around the castle through the paintings more frequently, oddly enough these appearances were near the classes that the second Potter boy attended.
Before I had tumblr I had no idea there were any sexualities other than heterosexual and homosexual. I never considered gender inequalities still existed.
That doesn’t mean I was purposely trying to discriminate or upset people.
There is a difference between being just ignorant of something and purposefully discriminating.
Give someone a chance to learn and be enlightened before you slam them as rude, horrible people
thecommander8 asked "(Wing meme) Sabrael walked into the house, noticing Icarus standing in the living room taking his shirt off. He saw the bat wings and made a 'not bad' face as he walked into the room. "Nice wings.""
He spun around, instinctively holding his shirt to his chest like the last time this had happened. Icarus smiled, shoulders dropping and arms lowering as he relaxed. “Thanks. I know you don’t have to, but knocking might be an invaluable tool to utilize.”
Okay guys seriously? There aren’t this many of you following me for no reason. So please, I post memes for the intention of interaction, with people I have threads with and those I don’t. Please? Maybe? Look at my ‘meme’ tag if you want or send me a starter sentence or something. No wonder my main muse is basically nonexistent anymore.