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Accidental bi representation

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While we are on the subject am I the only one who keeps seeing bi flags and colors ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE ? And every time i notice it i genuinely smile and it makes my day <3

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Those gosh darn bisexuals text posts- 1/?

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All dear people in the world, may I present you ✨ B I S E X U A L S ✨

(or, in other words, Black Island birates ✌🏻)

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How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

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Marauder Era Headcanons

Remus:

Hope, Remus’ mother, was born in Cardiff, and fell in love with Lyall after he saved her from a boggart.  Give me a Remus Lupin who grew up hearing this story from his mother, and from a very young age he’d dreamed of saving someone and falling in love with them too.

Remus also grew up listening to his parents constantly swearing, in both English and Welsh.

At Hogwarts he’d often curse the other Marauders out in Welsh when they did something particularly stupid, but he’d always do so with a smile on his face.

And much to James and Sirius’ annoyance, they quickly discovered that Remus would always be more invested in Welsh Rugby teams than he ever would be with Quidditch. 

Which then prompted Sirius and his ever growing crush to investigate the six nations. He couldn’t really see the point of sport without a broom at first, but he’d do anything to impress Remus.

One day Sirius came down to breakfast and started talking about the game, but he only ended up getting muddled between the league names. Little did he know that Remus found his efforts rather endearing.

Or at least he did, until Sirius and James kept forcing him to say incredibly long village names over and over again, at that point he wanted nothing more than their interests in wales to be squashed. (Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch)

Over the course of his time at Hogwarts Remus found his accent levelling out, he didn’t sound quite like his mother anymore.

When ever Remus and Lily would talk, both of their regional accents seemed to get thicker and thicker, like some sort of competition. 

Lily:

Lily is from the midlands, there is nothing in the world that won’t convince me that she didn’t have a black country accent

Sometime when she talked, James Potter didn’t have a bloody clue what Lily was saying, but he thought she looked pretty so he smiled and nodded, even when she was telling him to ‘piss off’

In her earlier years at Hogwarts, when James tried to flirt with her, Lily would scold him, or pretend he didn’t exist in order for him to stop. By 6th year it was very clear that that wasn’t going to happen, so she decided to mess with him and flirt back, he wasn’t to know that a little part of her enjoyed it.

It started with her calling him, ‘my sickening bab’, which at first James found a little rude, having been convinced by Sirius that she was calling him a sickening baby, however the name quickly grew on him after finally figuring out that it really meant ‘love or dear’.

He didn’t tell Lily that he knew, of course, he just let it happen and let his heart skip a beat every time she spat it out, but they both knew she was hiding a smile

One time she called Evan Rosier ‘a half-soaked bastard’ and ‘a dementors dream kiss’ after he called her a nasty name, no one knew quite what it meant of course, but the fire that came out of her mouth was translation enough. 

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Lena va éliminer 100 clopes avec sa casquette. #picoloapp

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In love with those pictures ♡

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What would you do if you were the most confident possible in yourself ?

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J'ai vraiment apprécié ce livre. Le point de vue de Max, que l'on retrouve avant même sa naissance, est vraiment déstabilisant. Max a des réflexions et un mode de pensée complètement influencés par le nazisme, se prépare à devenir le parfait aryen, "fort comme de l'acier de Krupp", et ça déchire un peu le cœur. C'est plutôt brutal comme livre, mais une "belle histoire" que je recommande malgré tout.

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Max

Sarah Cohen-Scali

"19 avril 1936. Bientôt minuit. Je vais naître dans une minute exactement. Je vais voir le jour le 20 avril. Date anniversaire de notre Fürher. Je serai ainsi béni des dieux germaniques et l'on verra en moi le premier-né de la race suprême. La race aryenne. Celle qui désormais régnera en maître sur le monde. Je suis l'enfant du futur. Conçu sans amour. Sans Dieu. Sans loi. Sans rien d'autre que la force et la rage. Je mordrai au lieu de téter. Je hurlerai au lieu de gazouiller. Je haïrai au lieu d'aimer. Heil Hitler!"

Max est le prototype parfait du programme "Lebensborn" initié par Himmler. Des femmes sélectionnées par les nazis mettent au monde de purs représentants de la race aryenne, jeunesse idéale destinée à régénérer l'Allemagne puis l'Europe occupée par le Reich.

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La haine qu'on donne, c'est un roman prenant. Bourré d'humour. Et... je crois bien que c'est un de mes romans préférés, si ce n'est le numéro 1. Le sujet est vaste, mais la façon dont Starr l'aborde, du haut de ses 16 ans, est touchante. C'est magnifiquement bien écrit, la famille de Starr est, mine de rien, très attachante. Il y a du sarcasme et des phrases piquantes, qui font esquisser un sourire.

En fait, c'est une histoire triste et heureuse à la fois, bref, un livre grandiose, à lire absolument 🖤.

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The Hate U Give

Angie Thomas

Starr à seize ans, elle est noire et vit dans un quartier rythmé par les guerres entre gangs et les descentes de police. Tous les jours, elle rejoint son lycée blanc situé dans une banlieue chic; tous les jours, elle fait le grand écart entre ces deux mondes. Sa vie vole en éclats le soir où son ami Khalil est tué. Sous ses yeux, de trois balles dans le dos. Par un policier trop nerveux. Starr est la seule témoin.

Et tandis que son quartier s'embrase, tandis que la police cherche à enterrer l'affaire, Starr va apprendre à redresser la tête.

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LTDK, c'est un livre de John Green (merci Anna, on connait l'auteur) avec les particularités qui font qu'on l'aime (ou pas) :

Des listes (comme celle-ci) en pagaille

Un humour ironique, sarcastique, piquant et surtout brillant

Des personnages attachants, réalistes, et auquels on s'identifie

Des phrases poétiques à utiliser comme citations hehe

C'est une espèce de roadtrip croisé histoire d'amitié croisé histoire d'amuuur croisé tranche de vie, rapide à lire et sans modération ! J'ai trouvé la couverture très jolie et le format pratique à prendre partout et ce livre m'a fait beaucoup rire aussi.

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Le théorème des Katherine

John Green

Dix-neuf fois Colin est tombé amoureux.

Dix-neuf fois la fille s'appelait Katherine.

Pas Katie, ni Kat, ni Kittie, ni Cathy, et surtout pas Catherine, mais KATHERINE.

Et dix-neuf fois, il s'est fait larguer.