Queer-Sloth

[exoras-deus]

Regulus stumbling out of the Potter's fireplace, trembling to his core, two years after Sirius did. Two years.

aka a timeline in which Regulus managed to get away before it was too late

And isn't it funny that both heirs of the Noble House of Black ended up in the same place, in the same state (traumatized✨), both falling in the arms of their brother. Such happy lives they have :)

I thought I wasn't gonna be an angst account but I very obviously was lying to myself (but hey, that scene's the beginning of better days, isn't it?)

[suicideenthusiast-backup]

oh boy i wish someone would notice my cries for help! [someone actually notices] noooo i'm fine don't worry about me

[my-castles-crumbling]

pride - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 240 - cw: homophobia

“A child at Pride? Awful.”

Sirius had always absolutely hated the fact that protesters were allowed at Pride. He understood the idea behind it–the right to peacefully protest was important. But still, the screaming, angry, sign-wielding assholes reminded him painfully of his parents.

He was usually able to ignore them, though. Until he and Remus brought Harry to Pride for the first time.

Four-year-old Harry, in his adorable little ‘I love my guncles’ shirt, holding a rainbow flag and decked out in so many free rainbows he looked like a walking advertisement for the event.

As soon as the woman holding her ‘Homosexuality is a Sin’ sign acknowledged Harry, Sirius was ready to throw hands. Lunging forward, he glowered, one hand clenched at his side, the other grabbing for Harry’s shirt to pull him away from the woman.

But she continued talking, leaning down to get in Harry’s face.

“Young man, are you scared? I know all of these men in dresses are terrifying, yes?” she cooed, making Sirius growl and Remus start toward her as well.

But before anyone else could speak, Harry wrinkled his nose and said, “Your breath is scary. Did you eat eggs or something?”

The woman’s mouth popped open and Sirius and Remus turned to each other, smiles stretching onto their faces. 

“Hell yeah, Haz!” Sirius grinned, high-fiving his godson and scooping him up, carrying him away from the fuming woman, Remus chuckling behind them.

[aro-ace-culture-is]

Aroace culture is getting so grossed out and nauseous whenever anyone reveals they have certain assumptions about you, like thinking one day you will get married or have kids, then when you explain that's not what you want they just dismiss it saying that you're too young to know or insist you will change your mind one day because apparently being happily single and free of the pressure of dating your whole life isn't complete enough to them

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[justcallmedom31]

[cherryhatter-deactivated2015072]

KICK THE CAN!

Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.

To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.

[visibun]

the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now

[drtanner]

And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!

[punkitt-is-here]

quirky fourth wall breaking character but theyre just fucking. wrong about the medium theyre in. they keep making references to cinematic techniques and directorial styles and the other fourth wall breaking character is like "dumbass we're in a fucking comic book" and they are in a video game.

[totally-cis-offical]

Well currently they’re in a tumblr post but I see your point

[moon-of-curses]

we're actually in a youtube video if this turns out to be funny enough

[queerspacepunk]

not to be all "these two words will change your life" or whatever, but I promise you, programming in "good catch!" as your response to people correcting you/pointing out errors or whatever removes so much friction from interactions, and comes with a delightful happy meal toy of "not hating yourself so much for making mistakes"

[madgastronomer]

I use "I stand corrected" a lot. The mild silliness of the outdated language makes it work for me.

[knitmeapony]

I had a high school science teacher who would say "if you admit you're wrong and change your mind..." and the whole class would respond back "... you aren't wrong anymore!"

And when a kid would assert something incorrect In class, he wouldn't tell them they were wrong, he would help lead them to the right answer and then when they admitted/ accepted the new information, he'd say "now we're both right! Nice work!"

For a bunch of gifted kids whose identity and reputation often was staked on knowing more than most people, it was a great safety valve. No shame in making a mistake, because if you accept it you have learned! Now you are smarter! It always made me feel better.

[pineappical]

think about it long time

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

woo i am such a fan of dramatic plants. just prissy fucking plantlife, be it unreasonable or implacable or ostentatious. plants, man

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

u know what yeah, let’s talk about weird nonsense plants

1. Living Stones

these plants imitate rocks. who does that?

imagine deciding to straight up evolve into rocks as a defense mechanism. i had a whole rant planned but now i’m remembering that i have, in the past, on multiple occasions, daydreamed about being a rock. like that has been a recurring theme in my rich inner fantasy life. i would not forsake the opportunity to evolve into a stone.

2. Hooker’s Lips

ostentatious. flamboyant. vulgar. garish. randy. dare i say whorish? yes. this plant is whorish.

pucker up you hussy

3. Hoya Hearts

overused trope. lacks subtlety and creativity. truly, they just went with the first thought to pop in their head, no brainstorming involved. “ho ho ho i’m just gonna grow into a fucking HEART, that’ll show em!” Needy & basic bitch. looks cute on a desk

4. Lifesaver Plants

manages to be both psychedelic and disapproving. reminiscent of a prudish great aunt–but like, one who did a lot of LSD in the 70s. evidence of an alien lifeform who crash landed and then decided, fuck it, i’m gonna rent a one-story in the midwest and decorate it with vintage wood paneling & floral upholstery. probably smells like stale weed and glass ashtrays

5. Happy Alien Flowers

yes that is their NAME. sort of anticlimactic, but take a gander:

they are absolute sluts for drama, as demonstrated by the little hussies pictured above are YELLING AT ME. they bring to mind seagulls engaged in a Shakespearean blood feud. this flowers have committed aggravated manslaughter and probably got away with it too.

6. Bat Plant 

aka Cat’s Whiskers aka Devil Flower. how fucking emo is that??? this plant listens to mcr and is probably the gay cousin. they never got the hang of eyeliner but that doesn’t stop them from trying, bless em. their impetuous devil-may-care persona is hindered by their crippling social anxiety. i’m immensely fond of this plant. they’ll come into their own once they graduate and move away from college, but in the mean time they sit with the tech crew at lunch. you go little Bat Plant! 

 7. Dancing Plants

total band kids. also called Semaphore Plants, bc they look like they’re trying to flag down a plane. nifty fuckers 

in conclusion, three cheers for whiny, namby-pamby, scatterbrained plantlife

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

so you’ll reblog THIS and my Non-Comprehensive List of Cursed Bird That Piss Me Off, but Whimsical Creatures Failing To Tempt Me Into The Ocean is where tumblr draws the line huh

[wheres-lostboy]

I am absolutely delighted to show you this orchid the ‘Naked Man’. It’s an orchid native to the Mediterranean and it looks like a lil dude with a tiny penis

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

PROPORTIONALLY SPEAKING

[missingabuttonortwo]

Curious

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic word count: 507

“Hey love?” James asked from his spot in the grass next to Regulus. “How many people have you had sex with?” Blushing Regulus fervently looked up from his book, glancing around for anyone who might have overheard his brute of a boyfriend.

“Would you keep it down, Potter, I’m not interested in discussing that with the entire courtyard!” James just grinned, completely unapologetic as he always is with brash topics like sex. “ Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious. It doesn’t matter, obviously, but you know all the people I’ve been with.” At that Regulus had to roll his eyes; the whole school knew the list of people Potter had shagged and snogged because he had a habit of announcing it victoriously after the fact. Regulus’ own list, however, was… short. Less of a list and more a scrap of paper with James’ name written on it.

“If it doesn’t matter then I don’t think we need to discuss it.” Regulus said curtly and returned to his book, ignoring his boyfriend’s pout.

“Wait, did you shag someone really embarrassing? Is that why you don’t want to talk about it? Oh shit was it Snape?” He pestered with dawning horror and Regulus fought back his annoyance. 

“I didn’t shag Snape.” Regulus assures him, because he’s not a monster.

“Thank Merlin.” James breathed with genuine relief then fell back on the grass. It was silent for a few blessed moments before he opened his mouth again, quieter this time. “Were they better than me? Is that it? You can tell me- maybe I can improve! I could-” Now Regulus had had enough, his book snapped shut and he turned to James.

“It’s you, James. No one I’ve had sex with has been better than you because it’s just one name on the list. Happy now?” James eyebrows raised in shock for just a second before a grin spread across his face.

“Aww! Reggie! Why did you tell me? I would have made it special; lit some candles or something?” Regulus scoffed but he was smiling.

“This is Hogwarts, there are always candles. And I didn’t need to tell you. It was special anyway.” He said the last bit quietly but James still heard him and grinned wider, reaching to take Regulus’ hand and squeeze it. 

“Okay, well… What about the people you’ve snogged, huh? Surely not just me, come on tell me. Barty?” At that Regulus had had enough of his boyfriend’s pestering and, as he really did not want to share that particular list with James, he pulled his hand back and stood up, grabbing his book.

“I’m going to read inside.” James just threw his head back and laughed. 

“Ah, babe!” He called after him. “Just tell me! We can compare notes!” 

Regulus kept a steady pace into the castle, knowing James wasn’t able to keep a secret from his brother for his life and if he found out Regulus had snogged Lupin back in fourth year, Sirius would have his head within the hour.

[my-castles-crumbling]

gender - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 353

“Potter, what the fuck is this?” Regulus asked, wholly unimpressed, as he looked down at the cake James had handed him only moments ago.

“I think that’s pretty obvious,” the older boy beamed, gesturing to the treat.

But…it really wasn’t. Because yes, it was obviously a cake. But it seemed to be intended for a baby shower of some sort. It was white, with two little baby booties on top–one pink and one blue–and the words in icing said, ‘Boy or Girl?’

Regulus blinked. “Are you pregnant?” he deadpanned.

James cackled. “Ah, Reg. You kill me. No, this is for you.”

“Well I sure as fuck am not pregnant,” he insisted, affronted. 

“And thank Merlin for that,” Sirius said loudly, joining them in the Potters’ kitchen. “Time for cake?”

“Why are we having cake?” Regulus pushed, looking from his beaming boyfriend to his infuriating brother.

“We’re having a gender reveal!” James finally explained, smiling widely. “For you!”

Regulus stared.

“You know…” Sirius added, probably because Regulus hadn’t reacted. “You know how expecting mums always make a huge deal out of the gender of their baby? Well, obviously Wally was dead wrong about yours so…we figured...let’s do a do-over! Excuse for cake, right?”

“It’s more than an excuse for cake,” James elbowed him, frowning. “It’s…a celebration, innit? For you being…you!”

Regulus blinked and looked down at the offending pastry. “So I cut into it, and…what?”

“You have to do it to find out!” Sirius singsonged, waggling his eyebrows.

So, because Regulus had no plans, was a bit touched Sirius and Jame had thought of this, and was a little curious, he grabbed the knife James handed him and cut a slice of the cake, pulling it to reveal baby-blue insides.

“IT’S A FUCKING BOY!” the cake boomed, immediately blowing up and spraying blue in every direction.

Mouth open, utterly aghast, Regulus opened his frosting-covered eyes a moment later to see James and Sirius standing sheepishly, also coated in blue.

“Happy….pride?” James asked softly, tongue poking out to lick some frosting off his lips.

“I’m going to Remus’s,” Regulus muttered, exiting the room.

[marzscreamz]

hot take: the phrase “there is no platonic explanation for that” fucking sucks, bc it not only hurts aromatic people, but also emphasizes the ‘friends can’t be too close’ this can either be rooted in homophobia or sexism

[britain-offical]

you can tell if someone is neurodivergent by asking them what their favourite animal is. because it's either "yeah, penguins are pretty cool I guess" or it's "MY FAVOURITE ANIMAL IS THE AFRICAN RAIN FROG BECAUSE THEY ARE ONE OF THE ONLY SPECIES OF FROG THAT CAN'T SWIM AND THEY INFLATE LIKE A BALLOON WHEN THREATENED"

[frankherbertsdune]

It's so funny to me that Mary Shelley, her husband, John Polidori, and Lord Byron had a competition to see who could write the best horror story and she wrote fucking Frankenstein. Imagine losing a competition that badly. Imagine just doing a silly little competition with your friend and she basically invents a new genre and creates one of the most famous characters in fiction. Imagine being proud of your little story and then she shares one that people will still read every day in 200 years. Imagine doing a writing competition with your wife and she becomes so recognizable that you'll always be known as Mary Shelley's husband

[kashe86]

Mary Shelley is an iconic queen and the inventor of the science fiction genre as we know it.

[pixlerelish]

My toxic trait is that no matter what I need three hours to myself at the end of the day to do absolutely nothing.

[z1ish]

"Why do you talk so much about being intersex?"

Over 90% of parents of visibly intersex children opt for cosmetic surgery on their infants.

The ones that don't experience medical violence then, likely experience it as a teenager.

I didn't.

I am very rare in that I did not experience medical violence.

Why? Because I learned what intersexuality was as a young age, and I actively fought against what doctors wanted to do to me. All the way down to legal research on what medical care minors can be forced into. I remember walking into that doctor's appointment with the state law written down that proved that if I did not consent they could not do surgery.

That is why intersex activism is important. It saved me and it will save more.