she was the only real thing

Hi there!

For those who may not follow me, I’m Lauren. I’m a 4th grade special education teacher and I’m in need of some help.

As you’re all aware, the state of our education system these days is….less than favorable. I can’t fix everything, but what I CAN do is try and be the best teacher I can be and provide the safest space for my students to be accepted and loved and cared for, while learning and having fun in the process.

So I humbly come to you all to ask for some help in creating my classroom this year. I’ve got an Amazon wishlist linked in which I have many items that are available for you to purchase for me for my classroom. There’s a little bit of everything in there: Fidgets. Markers. Hygiene Items. Wiggle Stools. Pencils. Cleaning products. Snacks. Etc. All of these things are important in their own ways for helping students learn and be successful.

If there’s one thing I always remind my students is that there’s never any shame in asking for help. So that’s what I’m here to ask of you too. Can you help? Maybe you can purchase something off of the wish list. That’s great! Maybe you can reblog this post so it reaches a wider audience. That’s great too! Any interaction helps.

If you have any questions about what I do or how items will be used, don’t hesitate to send me a message. I’m happy to chat!

I thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading all this and donating and interacting with this post. There are so many wonderful people on this platform and I’m so lucky to be a part of this weird and wonderful tumblr community. Thanks again.

Around this time last year, when JKR made some stupid comment (totally forgetting which one, there's just been so many at this point), I wrote a defense of Harry Potter fans' decision to remain in the fandom that essentially boiled down to this: giving up this fandom means giving up our people. In the wake of JKR's horrendous role in the anti-scientific UK Supreme Court ruling conflating sex with gender, this sentiment remains exactly the same.

I don't begrudge any HP fan who can no longer engage with JKR's IP due to this vile development. But I remain loud and proud in my support of the ✨community✨ that Harry Potter has brought together. As I mentioned in my last post, this community is not only full of the funniest, nicest, cleverest, and most creative people I've ever met in my life, but it is also the most diverse I have ever been a part of — and as an extrovert and community organizer who has lived in four different countries and speaks three languages, I have met a shit ton of people and been a part of lots of communities, significantly more than the average person. You are out of your mind if you think I am going to turn my back on the community that has been so critical to my survival as a queer, brown, neurodivergent, depressed, burnt out, poor Muslim femme in this capitalist, fascist hellscape. Day in and day out, my friends and I are pushing forward some of the most powerful narratives about queer, trans, and colonial liberation that society has to offer, which will have ripple effects on media and pop culture in the time to come (as is the nature of fandom). Nothing JKR can do or say will take that away from us. Nothing.

Around this time last year, when JKR made some stupid comment (totally forgetting which one, there's just been so many at this point), I wrote a defense of Harry Potter fans' decision to remain in the fandom that essentially boiled down to this: giving up this fandom means giving up our people. In the wake of JKR's horrendous role in the anti-scientific UK Supreme Court ruling conflating sex with gender, this sentiment remains exactly the same.

I don't begrudge any HP fan who can no longer engage with JKR's IP due to this vile development. But I remain loud and proud in my support of the ✨community✨ that Harry Potter has brought together. As I mentioned in my last post, this community is not only full of the funniest, nicest, cleverest, and most creative people I've ever met in my life, but it is also the most diverse I have ever been a part of — and as an extrovert and community organizer who has lived in four different countries and speaks three languages, I have met a shit ton of people and been a part of lots of communities, significantly more than the average person. You are out of your mind if you think I am going to turn my back on the community that has been so critical to my survival as a queer, brown, neurodivergent, depressed, burnt out, poor Muslim femme in this capitalist, fascist hellscape. Day in and day out, my friends and I are pushing forward some of the most powerful narratives about queer, trans, and colonial liberation that society has to offer, which will have ripple effects on media and pop culture in the time to come (as is the nature of fandom). Nothing JKR can do or say will take that away from us. Nothing.

(In 2020, I wrote this short story, which was the beginning of an idea. I found it today and decided to share. It could be something.)

Zero had no humanity.

She recognized herself as a machine, the same way humans are aware when they are dreaming in their sleep.

The object inside of her skull gives her pain, pleasure and thoughts.

Some called it a brain. Some called it programming.

Zero knew what she was and her purpose on Earth.

The heavy weapon burned in her hand as she lifted her arm and aimed the flying target.

An explosion painted the sky with dark red clouds. Zero’s eyes followed its dense shape. Not a single expression crosses her generic face as she kills. She turned her head to watch the spacecraft collapse against the highest cliff of the area.

The face of this woman was completely disturbed by the fact half of her skull was breaking into pieces. Red and blue lights tingling in the place where there should be her brain.

“We have to run.”

“That was the last one” she announced.

“Ship?” her partner wanted to make sure.

“No. Ammunition.”

Already Gone Chapter 9

Ginny burst through the kitchen door of the Burrow and made straight for the stairs. At the commotion, her mother glanced up from her lump of bread dough and huffed, “Hello to you too…” “Will you slow down?” Harry begged, shutting the door behind him. Two steps up, she turned on her heel, and felt an errant sense of satisfaction at being eye level. “You aren’t going to talk me out of this.”

chapter 1 // chapter 9

Entonces, Harry es Jack, Ginny es Rose y Tom es Hal. Me encanta Titanic, es una película que podría ver sin cansarme.