this is still my favorite post on the internet
god I am so tired of people throwing roses at my feet as I walk by
youtube is taking down all the korean videos with english subs quick everyone gather your weapons we must protect baekhundred
i just saw an Asian woman saying to her kid at target “I am mommy. without me you are nothing”
let’s stop making jokes about girls and start making jokes about white boys
here i’ll start
*white boy voice* chill out man it was just a joke
[walks into class 10 minutes late with a can of Monster] sorry I’m late I got frontpage on Reddit
[wipes cheeto dust off onto cargo shorts] so if you support gender equality does that mean it’s ok to hit women now?
[arrives in the winter with shorts and flip-flops] reverse racism is just as bad as being in the KKK
[pauses Macklemore song] why aren’t there scholarships for white men
i want to write bikers vs surfers jily au but i have to write this stupid english essay im so gone
i had a dream about one direction being a rebel group fighting in a dystopian world. so obviously i had to draw zayn.
Female privilege is getting to claim a headache to avoid sex.
Female oppression is having to claim physical illness to avoid sex because men won’t take a simple fucking “no” for an answer.
Female oppression is men being so entitled that they think being denied sex is oppressive.
headcanon in which lily is not the saint everyone makes her out to be but instead human and a mother and so—for just a second—wishes it had been neville
The first time Lily sees her, it’s a week after Dumbledore told them. The two women glance at each other and they just know. Tight smiles and curt nods from one side of the room to the other, not daring to come closer, not daring to speak — it still hurts, just thinking about it, let alone talk. She’d rather focus on the meeting, on the best way to go into hiding. Everything to think about… not that.
Still, the night goes by and, soon enough, they find themselves standing next to each other, and it’s awkward at best. They used to get along so well, a long time ago, despite not being in the same year. Now it’s just tense, painful, unthinkable.
"I’m sorry," Alice whispers, as if afraid people will notice them if she raises her voice, as if hoping for this conversation to be as private as possible.
"So am I," Lily replies, purposefully avoiding the Auror’s gaze. She’s a Gryffindor, brave and fiery and stubborn — but not today. "Does it make me selfish to—"
"If you’re selfish then I’m too."
They share a sad smile, and Alice’s hand finds hers, fingers intertwined and squeezing, if only for a second. It’s not a that’s okay, not even close to an everything will be all right. It won’t, that much she knows. But, in that moment, Lily feels less alone.