"Too often we see female characters pitted against each other for jobs or for men. While the ladies on Brooklyn Nine-Nine are certainly competitive, they do not tear each other down or view each other as rivals. [They] are all wildly different characters, but they come together to support each other as friends and colleagues." (x)
Laverne Cox and Lupita N’yongo literally have inspired so many trans women and black women and have done so much to encourage them and meanwhile they are less influential than an ugly oatmeal reptilian alien and a manchild who wrote a scene where two pretentious terminally ill teenagers make out at the Anne Frank Memorial
trans women of color are literally the reason we have a queer rights movement and have always been a major factor in all forms of social revolution. trans women of color are the most important people and nothing you say will change that.
being a feminist is like trying to fix a giant hole in the wall and discovering that the entire wall is rotting and filled with termites and you have a lot more work to do than you thought you did
james turning down every hogsmeade invitation by telling them he’s going stag
Sirius spreading a rumour that he has a cat just so when people ask him about it he can go, “Nah, I’m a dog person.”
Peter being loud so when a teacher chews him out, he can promise to be “quiet as a mouse”
Remus turning into a fucking werewolf
last year, my cousin killed herself. I only met her once, and when my parents told me the news, I wasn’t sure who they were talking about. my father told me that she was the “kinda chubby” one.
Amie, her name was Amie. she took me geocaching, shared a tent with me and wore a lot of black. she was always listening to music, and smiled a lot. she took care of her siblings and the other little kids. she had bright green eyes and dark brown hair. pale skin. she liked to go swimming and sat in a chair by the fire most of the weekend.she was one of the only two girls there my age.
among all these things, unique to her, my father chose to remember her as “the kinda chubby one”.
my cousin Amie hung herself after years and years of dealing with depression, severe social anxiety, bullying and body dismorphia. Amie was pretty,average weight and very, very smart.
after all that became too much to bear, she ended her life only to be remembered as the “kind of chubby one”"
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