Hey fellows I spent the last five hours reading a fic and I cried once and tore up several times so to all fanfic writers out there:
damn your hobby is so amazing, thank you so much for providing me and other readers with wonderful reading material, it’s great, you’re great, i love you all sooooo much <3<3
Listen I’ll stop trashing Snape as soon as someone can give me a good reason for Neville Longbottom, the boy whose parents were tortured to insanity by someone who is still alive, to be more afraid of Snape than anything in the world.
If I mispronounce your name because it is foreign to my tongue, correct me.
I don’t purposefully allow the accents of your name to fall flat on my tongue like the European English demands or the language to sound chopped and misheard.
If I don’t say your name correctly, don’t shrug and say it’s ok because people have been doing it all your life. Your mother worked hard to name you that name, with all its syllables and apostrophes and hyphens and inflection.
I don’t want to disrespect your heritage, your culture, your great grandmother or grandfather and their struggle.
If I mispronounce your name, forgive me, but don’t let it happen again. Make sure everyone knows your name.
The presidency doesn’t change who you are. It reveals who you are.
i get that performative outrage feels really good at first, really easy to get addicted to that warm, validating feeling of righteousness and superiority, but it absolutely burns you out inside over time and you stop caring about people as people instead of either targets or members of the angry mob cheering you on in the latest crusade you’ve set out on to keep yourself feeling briefly, immaterially vindicated and fulfilled, and it REALLY starts to show (at least, to anyone outside the kind of dangerously enclosed spheres that encourage and normalize this cycle)
Can you imagine how different (and better) Teen Wolf would have been if it had been Derek’s story?
Just imagine that Teen Wolf was a series about Derek, starting from when he’s a young teenager trying to deal with his powers, wanting to learn the way his mother and Laura did but eventually having to rely on Peter’s manipulative teachings to twist his emotions. Imagine getting the full story of him falling in love with Paige and then losing her.
Imagine the story of him living every day in fear of hunters, constantly watching his back because everyone knows who the Hales are, but he knows no-one.
Imagine the full story of Kate abusing him – no brushing over it, but giving the abuse the attention it needs and showing people its not okay, not sexualising it by having Tyler stripped bare and chained up but showing that he was sixteen or seventeen years oldwhen Kate started abusing him.
Imagine getting the full story of the Hale house fire and all the emotions that come from it. Imagine Derek feeling so alone, knowing that he only has a comatose uncle and Laura left. Imagine seeing Derek’s reaction when he finds out that Laura was torn in two by his uncle.
Imagine him spending years on the run and hiding away int he ruins of his old family home as he tries to hold onto the memories of his family while fearing that every firework or poacher’s rifle could be a hunter coming after him.
Imagine getting his side of the story when it comes to Scott being a bloody idiot: ignoring his advice and dating an Argent.
Imagine seeing his perspective as he falls for Stiles and finally reaches a point where he feels comfortable and safe enough that he can open up to someone and let himself love again.
Imagine everything that could have been and cry.
This is why:
* I don’t understand watching this show and NOT ending up with Derek Hale as your favorite character
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