Kelpforestfire

This might sound silly, but anything that makes you want to stick around on this godawful earth any longer is worth it. Fandom is worth it. Talking about your favorite characters is worth it. Imagining silly little stories or angst to process your grief is worth it. Please do whatever you need to do to stay alive. Fight for joy in the places you can find it. Your community wouldn’t be the same without you

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My little Klaus fic is all grown up and posted on ao3!

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day ten reveals!

this is godric's hollow by @moonyship 1/?, 5.4k Harry has only ever wanted to kill dragons. In Godric's Hollow, its basically a right of passage. A way to prove yourself. And as soon to be Chief, he desperately needs to prove himself before the dragons destroy everything he loves. The only issue is that he can't bring himself to do it.

we go where no one goes by @thundersarts 1?, 3.2k They treat Regulus as a ghost story. Something to share around a fireplace to scare kids, to make them not hate dragons because they're good as long as you are good. Regulus isn't a person to them. He's a curse. A sacrifice. Not to Sirius, though. Never to Sirius. After years of Regulus Black being missing, James goes out alone on a mission far from Berk. What he doesn't account for is to encounter the very same ghost that has been haunting his best friend's life.

postmarked by @kelpforestfire 1/?, 2.2k If the movie Klaus (2019) was made with the marauders, featuring a spoiled rich kid Sirius, disillusioned broke former idealist teacher Remus, snarky Peter, and love torn James. A Santa Klaus origin story.

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

do u ever spend an entire day being really happy and then when night time rolls around you remember that you’re actually sad and kind of dead inside so you’re just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ well that was fun while it lasted

TW: Pedophilia

Teenagers are rarely taught the reason why they can't consent to sex with adults.

And that's because teaching them that would completely unravel our coercion-based society.

It can be difficult to explain in detail the exact reason and all the specifics in a way that they will understand. But the simplest way to phrase it is that in some cases, even when someone agrees to something and even when they appear enthusiastic about it, there's too much of a power imbalance that it's no different than forcing them. Also, having power and being abusive doesn't require a conscious expectation to be obeyed.

Imagine a world in which every teenager understood that and was easily able to call out anyone who tried to convince them otherwise.

They'd know that there's no such thing as an employee consenting to working for a poverty wage, working in unsafe conditions, working long hours, or working without taking breaks. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to paying a bank overdraft fee. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to student loan debt. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to medical bills. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to generating profit for banks or landlords in order to have a place to live and being evicted or foreclosed when you lose your source of income. They'd know that there's no such thing as consenting to a police search. They'd know that there's no such thing as a child who's okay with their parents spanking them. They'd know that being dependent on someone does not mean that you can never criticize them. They'd know that if it's considered abusive to simply play along when someone obeys, then it has to be much more abusive to actively expect to be obeyed, which many adults do to them.

And people who benefit from a society based on coercion masquerading as freedom wouldn't like that.

So instead, teenagers are taught something dismissive. They're taught that what they want doesn't matter. They're taught that they're too young to know what love is. They're taught "it's the law". They're taught things that are insulting to their intelligence, which they'll naturally rebel against.

by Lora Zombie

I love having friends all over the world. I wouldn't change them for anything.

But hell what I would give up now to just be able to walk to their door and knock for a quick chat.

To have a late night walk because neither of us can sleep.

To go for a coffee and be on our phone the whole day because we have all the time in the world.

To stumble upon them on my way to work because they live in the same area.

To just wave at them across the street and continue walking because I know we will see each other soon.

To be able to hug them instead of video calls, texts and voice notes.

Just to have them close.

(via Saturday Morning Cartoons: Baopu #15) by Yao Xiao

words to remember

English has so many words, but somehow it is still woefully incomplete.

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

Source article. Where words came from.

you know what I love?

when people drop the most obscure or non-descriptive fic details and ask if anyone remembers it

and then they find the fic?!

I have specific memories of an ask that was about a character drinking pickle juice or the "one where a character goes to another country"