Yeah, There’s A Reason For That.

Keep fighting

I’ve been wanting to share this comic ever since I noticed that after the first two weeks of protesting most of social media started “going back to normal” as if there aren’t still people walking out and protesting making sure this movement doesn’t go silent or looked over. I appreciate every single individual that is out in those protests helping and being vocal for this change. Also those continuing to spread word and help out through petitions and donations. I wish y’all to stay safe and well.

You can only reblog this today.

Harry Potter wedding

Repost to spread. (Not really humor)

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Reblog if you're a nobody on Tumblr but you're still very proud of your blog.

Uhhh warning for violence and angst

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"HE LEFT US!"

Deceit had to dodge a flying morning star as he watched Remus breakdown. Deceit was breaking down too, in his own quiet way.

He held Virgil's old hoodie tightly to his chest, hoping Remus wouldn't destroy it in his blind rage and sadness.

"He'll come back…" Deceit muttered, closing his eyes and lifting the hoodie up closer to his face.

"CUT THE BULLSHIT! HE'S NEVER COMING BACK! HE HATES US!" Remus threw more things across the room, hitting the wall next to Deceit.

Deceit would be lying if he said it wasn't quite scary. Though he knew Remus hated being called scary.

"He…" Deceit shut his mouth, knowing nothing he could say would calm Remus down. Nothing he could say could fix this.

He knew Virgil wasn't coming back, that they had been abandoned yet again.

He couldn't do anything except fall against the wall and slowly slide down until his knees were against his chest, staring down at the old jacket until his vision blurred with tears.

"I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL RIP OUT HIS EYEBALLS AND SHOVE THEM UP HIS OWN NOSTRILS!"

Remus' threats to hurt Virgil faded into static as Deceit kept staring at the jacket. His tears and all the yelling and all the static were giving him a headache, but he didn't move or wipe his face. He just kept staring at the jacket.

What had he done wrong? Why did Virgil leave them? Was it Remus' fault? No, surely not. It had to have been something Deceit done.

He had begged Virgil to stay, begged him not to leave, begged him to at least try to convince Patton to let Deceit and Remus come too.

Maybe he should have tried harder. It was all Deceit's fault now. Virgil was gone and he and Remus were still stuck here. Stuck not being cared about or known. Stuck being evil and scorned.

When he snapped out of it, Remus had finally quieted down, facing the opposite wall and weeping quietly.

Deceit put down the jacket and scooted up to Remus, wrapping his arms around the other side and burying his face into his upper back.

"Why do they hate us, Deceit?" Remus' voice was uncharacteristically soft, "What did we do wrong?"

Deceit stayed quiet against Remus for a few good moments before letting out a soft, "I don't know."

He wasn't lying.

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

A good thread on whether “queer” is a slur and if it should be used or not.