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Jenny. 22. EST. Self proclaimed theatre nut, Bostonian and rp addict.

UPDATE ON THIS BLOG

I’ll be taking a hiatus on this blog to focus on my roleplay blogs. Above is the link to my 1x1 account, and linked below is the new roleplay that I’ve put together.

If you like Harry Potter roleplays, join me at Heart of Hogwarts!

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gay-venclaw

It’s a good day to remember bisexuality is real :)

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also when i say sirius black is a drama queen what i actually mean is that sirius black had an abusive childhood with awful, bigoted parents, lived through and fought in the first wizarding war, lost two of his closest friends was betrayed by a third and seperated from the fourth, spent 12 years in a cell being forced to relive all of his worst memories, before escaping prison only find himself in the midst of another war and being forced into his abusive childhood home whilst suffering from depression/ptsd and generally he brushed everything off and acted like he didn’t give a damn (maybe he broke down once/twice in front of james bc it was james so he could) but generally he internalized shit and did not make a big deal out of things he would be perfectly entitled to make a big deal out of…. but at the same time he would wax poetic for two hours about the bitter sting of betrayal after remus stole his eggs at breakfast

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*Slams fist on table* I’ve been on this website for three and a half years and I’ve never seen such a perfect post about Sirius Black.

me: *talks for 30 minute straight on a subject no one cares about just because i love sharing information*

#me af

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honestly brexit is just like anakin saying not to underestimate his power then immediately losing three limbs and burning alive as obi wan watches in pity and horror

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Molly and Arthur Weasley raised seven kids on one government salary.

Molly and Arthur Weasley raised those seven children to be courageous and loyal and kind.

Molly and Arthur Weasley were purebloods who made it a point to be known as “the biggest blood traitors there are”.

Molly and Arthur Weasley raised Fred and George during their accidental magic stages without letting the house burn down.

Molly and Arthur Weasley treated Harry as their own child, not because of his fame, but because he was Ron’s friend and he was in desperate need of a family.

Molly and Arthur Weasley made sure that everyone who entered their home felt loved and cared for and well fed.

Molly and Arthur Weasley won money and spent it on a family trip to see their son and help their daughter out of the depression she was sinking into.

Molly and Arthur Weasley sent Easter eggs and Christmas sweaters and fudge to their children while making sure to include enough for friends.

Molly and Arthur Weasley went out of their way to secure two tickets to the Quidditch World Cup on top of the eight for their own family, just to ensure that Hermione and Harry were included.

Molly and Arthur Weasley warned Harry about Sirius Black and tried to keep him with them after Voldemort’s return and tried to shield him from Order business because they remembered how young he was, how utterly unfair it was for the world to expect so much from him.

Molly and Arthur Weasley are so damn important.

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Arthur Weasley was supposed to die and JK Rowling couldn’t bring herself to kill him because he was the only living example in the entire series of a good father.

Molly Weasley made Harry eat third helpings of every meal, despite how difficult it may have been for their family just to put food on the table, because she knew that his guardians often deprived him of meals as punishment.

Molly and Arthur Weasley ARE DAMN IMPORTANT.

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Shoutout to every woman who has ever seen a stranger crying and stopped to help her. To women who pretend they know someone at a bar to get her away from a creep. To women who stay with a stranger who is scared and too drunk in the bathroom. To women who have put their body between a girl and someone out to harm her. To women who get a friend home after she has been roofied. To women who have been in a fistfight when a man won’t keep his hands to himself. To women who are scared but send in their friend, the bartender, the bouncer. To the fact that each of those is a woman I know, most of them several women.

My friends and I saw a man chasing a woman and screaming at her. My friend who was driving pulled over hard and we threw open the door and said, “get in!” And she looked at a group of women and threw herself in, on our laps, crying and cold. We said we would take her home. She said he was telling her how he’d rape her since he bought her a drink at the bar.

If I hear one more time that getting free drinks is a privilege I will fucking scream.

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It’s time for me to tell you a story. A story I didn’t really want to tell but I’m going to tell anyway. My friends and I frequently go to this pub, a divey little place nearby our work, to have dinner and a drink. So this one time I went with my group, and while we were sitting at the table, I got sent a drink.

I’m eighteen. Not old enough to (legally) drink. To be fair, I don’t look eighteen, especially when I come from work, but anyway. I got sent this drink from this guy who was sitting at a bar. It was pretty obvious that he was about thirty or so, and when I looked up at him he waved. I felt slightly disconcerted, but reasoned that he probably didn’t realize that I was so young. So I made the mistake of going to the bar.

“Hi there,” I said. “I appreciate the compliment, but I’m actually only eighteen.” And that was when he grinned and said “Wow I really did luck out” “I’m sorry, I’m really not interested.” He gave me that look– you know the one, the one where there’s the flash of anger that suddenly disappears behind a predatory smile. “It’s rude to not accept a gift.” Unsettled, I went and sat back down. He continued to stare at me for the rest of the evening but thankfully because I was with my friends I figured he wouldn’t bother me.

I went to the bathroom (it’s just a single room, not a group of stalls), and I hear someone knock on the door. I say, “Just a minute.” and then the doorknob jiggles. “Hang on a second,” I say. I finish my business, open the door, and then I get shoved back into the bathroom by the guy from the bar. I didn’t wait, I didn’t hold on, I didn’t pause– I just let loose a full-pelt scream. Almost immediately, the bartender, a young woman about twenty-five, throws open the door and just fucking bodychecks the bar guy, grabs my hand, and hauls me out of the bathroom.

He didn’t get the chance to lay a hand on me, but it’s pretty obvious what he was looking to do. And if it hadn’t been for the fact that the bartender had been keeping an eye on him from the moment he sent me a drink that night, seen him go to the bathroom after I did, and been on high alert– well I’m not sure what would’ve happened. I’d rather not think about it.

Girls protecting girls is the most important thing

hey everyone! looking for a new 1x1 partner or ship? i just revamped my rp blog, so you should come plot with me here!

also, you should totally join this beautiful new group, opening in a week!

#1x1 #1x1 rp #roleplay #1x1 roleplay #[come love me please im v bored]