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Reminder: Just because you believe in a headcanon doesn’t make it canon. Content creators aren’t obligated to abide by your every whim, and you’re not justified in harassing them if they don’t canonize your headcanons.
I’ve had a few comments suggesting that malicious intent against content creators is justified under certain circumstances.
So I’m posting this again to reiterate that no, it’s never justified under ANY circumstance. Doesn’t matter if the story isn’t going your way. Doesn’t matter if they havent’t made your favourite ship canon.
If you can’t refrain from being an asshole, or a borderline criminal, over the most petty of reasons… that’s on you. Not them.
srsly tho this is absolutely a thing that dudes do all the f***ing time
like where if he knows a girl doesn’t necessarily want to give him a hug, he will trap her in this position in front of witnesses where she has 2 options- both of which are undesirable for her, while simultaneously desirable for him
if she doesn’t want to hug him, whatever she does, it will suck for her.
she can 1. say nah and be the fucking asshole in front of other ppl or 2. forsake her corporeal boundaries and allow unwanted intimate contact
it’s a f***ing trap
F***ing hate dudes forreal.
too many f***ing times ugh
Story time. One day I was on the MAX (basically a giant street car that goes all over the metro area) on my way to meet up with a few friends. I didn’t look at anyone, I didn’t speak to anyone, I just stood to the side on my phone making sure I wasn’t going to be late to my meeting. Out of no where, this guy comes up to me and starts to chat me up. Me, being who I am, am absolutely terrified to tell this guy to f*** off. He was at least half a foot taller than me, and was way too bulky for me to fight back. So I suck it up at humor him, say hello. Before introducing himself or asking me for my name, he asks me out on a date. Not wanting to piss him off I try to make light of the situation and I laugh, telling him that my boyfriend wouldn’t like the idea, but thank you for the offer. He just shrugs and says, “He doesn’t need to know.” At this point I’m scared out of my mind. There’s this guy who, after seeing me run two blocks to catch the train, comes up to me and has made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to leave without getting something out of me. I deny him a second time, saying, “I don’t even know you’re name. We’re strangers, I don’t know you.” He finally introduces himself and asks me for my phone number. I tell him I don’t give my number out to people I’ve just met and he says, “Fine, but at least take mine so we can meet up later.” So he watches me plug his number into my phone (which I deleted as soon as I knew I was safe and away from him) as we’re pulling up to my stop. I tell him I need to leave and switch trains and he tells me, “Oh, I’ll wait with you. I don’t have any plans, so I’m in no rush.” It’s important to note what at this point he had previously told me that he was late to a job interview, but he has all the time in the world because he still hasn’t gotten what he wanted from me; a yes. I get off of the train and he follows me, and waits at the platform with me for over ten minutes until my train arrives, asking me all sorts of personal questions about where I live and where I was going that day. As soon as the train pulls up he grabs for me and says, “Do I at least get a hug before you go?” I was terrified. I was embarrassed. This dude, who before even asking me for my name asks me out on a date and then continues to harass me after I tell him I have a boyfriend, asks me for a hug only fifteen minutes after meeting. People around us were staring at me, as if I was being rude for denying him, and every inch of me was mortified. I wanted to run, but I felt like if I had done that he would have chased after me and things would have gotten worse. So I did, and he squeezed me so tight I felt like I was going to burst. It took me a good ten seconds to get him to let go and I ran to the train car just as the doors were closing. He was trying to get me to miss my train so I would have to wait with him even longer. I would have been stuck there for over a half an hour until the next train came by, and the platform (aside from the few buses coming by) was now COMPLETELY EMPTY. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he knew EXACTLY how to get me alone with him. People, if you are in a situation like this do not feel obligated to give in. If someone is making you uncomfortable and asks to touch you in any way, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SAY YES. Make excuses, be blunt, just straight up say ‘no’. If possible, go to someone else near by who you think can help you and ask them to help you. It’s important for guys to learn that they can’t get what they want just by asking over and over again. I got lucky. But not everyone does. Please, everyone, Be Safe.
SECOND STORY TIME
So I was on the transit bus alone one time. This was my first time riding, and so already I was PETRIFIED. I sit down, pull out my ipod, and begin to play some games. This guy sits down next to me, and begins trying to have a conversation. I don’t really respond, I don’t even look at him, just give half-hearted “mhm”s and “oh”s, as I don’t want to be rude if he was just striking up a friendly conversation. He then asks me on a date.
Now, as I stated before, I already was absolutely petrified. My heart stopped and I didn’t know how to answer. So I just didn’t. He didn’t let up and I could feel his eyes on me. I quietly stammer out a “no thanks” and my stop HAPPENS to be coming up, so I pull the string thing to let the driver know I want to stop there, and once we stop and the doors open I get up and he asks me, “Well, can I at least have a hug before you go if you won’t go on a date with me?”
This makes me break. There are now people staring, as we are the only people standing up and not getting off… So I just start crying. Hell, I am bawling almost instantly. He looks so fucking freaked out and people are now getting up to come over and comfort me/question him. I don’t stop crying, and he keeps trying to comfort me by touching me, and people are yelling at him for that.
AND THEN. AND. FUCKING. THEN. THE GOD DAMN BUS DRIVER. A VERY EASILY 6 FOOT BURLY MAN. COMES OVER TO US. PULLS THE GUY AWAY. AND KNEELS DOWN. HE THEN ASKS, IN THE MOST CALM VOICE, “Did you request the stop?” I very slowly and shakily nod, as I am still crying my eyes out. He then asks, “Do you want to get off?” I give a quiet “mhm” and nod once again, and he offers me his hand. I take it, he stands up, and he escorts me off the bus. He asks me questions such as where I was going next, if I was going to meet someone shortly, if I was going to transfer buses from there. He was very polite and waited for me to answer the entire time, and my friend (who I was going to be meeting there) showed up. He asked me if this was someone I knew, I said yes, and he said alright, have a good day. He then told me- and this is something stuck in my mind forever, so it is word for word-
“If some guy EVER starts harassing you like that again, do exactly what you did there. Cry. Cry and scream and have a temper tantrum. Not only will it throw him off, but it will get others to notice. They might not interfere, they might, but you will have gotten their attention and if you happen to go missing the next day the search for you will be a hell of a lot easier because everyone in that location will have seen you screaming and crying with a guy now very awkward with his actions. They will know. That is what my daughter did, and three days after she went missing she was back in my arms. I pray for you and every other person like you who has this done. You stay safe now, okay?” And after I began blubbering again, I nodded and he left.
So this is the second lesson for yall. If you can not have the courage to say no or make an excuse, cry. Let out those sobs and tears and cry your heart out. Because it is going to make people notice and make people aware.
Reblogging for that second story. This might save a life.
I just wanna note that bus drivers can be really amazing and good ones do look out for their riders.
Also, as an additional tip (in case you cannot cry on command or such), you can say, “No, because you’re creepy/creeping me out” and if he persists or tries to laugh it off, say “I do not want to be touched” and look at one of the strangers/persons that is watching.
It: 1. Gives them a sense of urgency in the situation, as the eye contact is a way to make them feel as though you are personally asking for their help and it is now their obligation to help. 2. Contains words so that if you’re in a public place but people aren’t necessarily watching, then they (as natural evesdroppers) can overhear the attention-grabbing words and then notice the situation. Note, this does NOT mean that they will come for help, but you might be able to look someone in the eye (as previously mentioned) or just get some people’s attention. 3. It shows that you have fight in you. As with rapists, those who are physically aggressive (ie. these huggers) choose women they see as an easy target. The moment you show them you are going/willing to fight them, they are less likely to continue. Sadly, this is not always the case, but every little bit helps.
Hopes this also helps, guys, and I’m so sad that this has to even be a post we need.
Dudes who follow me: 1) reblog this 2) don’t be the creepy guy who asks random women for hugs 3) be aware of your friends or random creepy dudes and call them out if they act gross towards girls/womem
Ok, I wasn’t going to comment about this, because there was no way of doing it without talking about a part of my life I really didn’t want to. But fuck that, there be young girls out there who need a hand.
So I used to be hot when I was young. I mean, model hot, because I actually used to model. Even now, I’ve let myself go on purpose because I was tired of the harassment. But I fit a UK size 6 with a pert ass from volleyball and a cup c breast. As you can imagine, I couldn’t wear anything or go ANYWHERE without being harassed. I sometimes even happened in church.
Anyway, I’m not a shrinking lily, and when I get angry enough I can do some crazy shit. So here are some of my coping mechanisms:
1) find a matronly looking lady, run up to her with ‘aunt may! I haven’t seen you in ages! ’ then whisper ‘please help he’s harassing me!’. 99.9 times out of 100, she will be scandalised and help you anyway even if she’s annoyed or in a hurry. If no older lady is available, find a younger one, or a nun, or a trans lady. We of the sisterhood know what it is to be harnessed, and I guarantee if you look frightened enough, they will help.
2) If you are out alone at night, and someone is following you, spot a house or apartment where the lights are on and knock, asking ‘mum’ or ‘dad’ or ‘john’ to let you in. Even if the people inside are annoyed, odds are they won’t turn you away, and you can phone someone to pick you up, or phone the police from a safe space
3) Make noise. Cry and scream loudly, call them out ‘i don’t know you and you are terrifying me! Please get away from me!’ if there are people around. Even if they don’t help directly for fear of their own safety, someone around you is calling security or 911.
4) speak a foreign language. If you know it, speak the language to them fast and incessantly, like you have just met someone you knew and you’re just giving the best performance rant of why your OTP is the best OTP. Make yourself ANNOYING. Think about what would be awkward and annoying to you and make it what you do to them. If you make them think YOU are something to get away from they will leave you in peace.
Now beware, the following ones are the CRAZY ones and may not always work. But they are a valid last resort:
5) stare at them. Stare at them like you’re hungry and they are a hapless deer you’re going to tear to pieces. Like yours the girl from the ring emerging from the TV to kill them. Don’t smile, don’t change your expression. DON’T BLINK. Hold their state like you’re Wednesday Adams about to do unspeakable things to a spider, and they are the spider. Even the most courageous of stalkers balk at this, but if they don’t…
6) Use the Hannibal Lector. After staring at them for and extended period of time (imagine all the things that have made you scared, imagine you could get revenge on them for putting you here, that’s the thought you need to have), if they are getting closer to you, whisper something like ‘i would fry your liver in garlic’. Even the hardiest ones will be taken aback, but keep it up while making sure you don’t let the others hear you. Things like, occult star readings requiring blood, wondering whether he is the offering the spirits sent. If you’re on this site you’ve read some weird shit at least once. Tell him that. Tell him you would like him to meet your lord, Vlad the Impaler, who requires much blood to be appeased. Be a stereotypical ‘crazy bitch’ like they see in the movies. Believe it or not, this has worked for me twice.
Above all, banish the notion that you have to be polite.
They were impolite by approaching you. If you can, ignore them. If you are not alone, pointedly put headphones in your ear, and don’t make eye contact, wait for them to realise that ‘youre a bitch anyway’ and move away. If you are alone, evade and find places and ways to fix that as soon as POSSIBLE.
And if all else fails, summon Satan.
Something I have learned at work:
Never underestimate the power of a good “EXCUSE me????”
Legit. It makes people STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. This is the one I whip out when people start swearing at me over the headset and always, without fail, they stop what they’re saying, shocked.
Go for offended, and go for loud. Not yelling loud, but giving-your-best-presentation loud. “EXCUSE me??? You approached me two minutes ago, I don’t even know your name, and you want WHAT? Creep.”
For one, the presentation will shock them. For another, that indignant tone? EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS GOING TO WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS JUICY SHIT.
Now the second key here is, DON’T LET HIM JADE (justify, argue, defend, explain). He smiles and goes “I just wanted–” FUCKING INTERRUPT HIM. Firmly. Irritably. “I heard what you wanted, and I’ve already declined once. Maybe you should go back to kindergarten where they teach you no means no.” Run right over the fucker. He’s not respecting your words, you don’t need to respect his.
A further note: if you’re an iPhone user, you can use Siri to call 911. (I know Android has a similar function, but I don’t know what it is–play with your AI and find out.) If you’re in a secluded area, this works well; I used to walk home from work at 2am and had to do it twice. Make eye contact with your harasser, activate Siri, and loudly, firmly say “Siri, call 911.” Siri will immediately reply “calling emergency services.” (It actually takes five seconds to activate, but there’s a Call Now button if you need it.) Almost ALWAYS the person harassing you would rather take off than wait for you to get a dispatcher on the line.
As they say on the podcast, My Favorite Murder:
Fuck Politeness.
This is NOT the kind of thing I usually post on here, but this is something that every female [or, every person honestly, harrassment isnt a one way street]needs to see. This is a fairly active blog, so I hope to see numerous reblogs.
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These feelings will pass
These feelings will pass
These feelings will pass
Best Friend ~ Harry Potter
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Prompts: #5 “I know that you like him”
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From the moment it started, you knew your third year at Hogwarts was going to be a whirlwind. Mass murderer Sirius Black had broken out of Azkaban and was heading for straight to Hogwarts in search for one of your best friends, Harry Potter.
Harry and you instantly clicked in your first year. You saw him as more than a scar, mostly because you were muggleborn and you didn’t really know who he, or You-Know-Who, was. He liked that you and him were in the same boat, completely new to the magical world.
The first two months of term had already been eventful. Dementors had entered the Hogwarts Express in search for Sirius Black, and while you weren’t extremely affected by them, the effect they had on Harry made you worry. A lot. Watching him faint and hearing him recount his mother’s death made your heart break. You hated that he had to go through it. You felt helpless, knowing there was nothing you could do to protect him.
And then, Sirius Black broke into Hogwarts during the Halloween feast, which only made your concern grow. He had completely mutilated the Fat Lady’s portrait, trying to get into Gryffindor tower to get to Harry. You were a worried mess that night, not wanting to leave Harry’s side as you slept in the Great Hall. Even though Harry told you he was fine, you could tell it was nagging him.
You pinned all your emotions on the fact that he was your best friend. Obviously you were going to worry about him like that. It was perfectly normal!
Hermione knew you were lying to yourself. You two had been holed up in the library, working on an essay for Professor Flitwick when she decided to confront you about it. She knew the boys would be far from you there.
“I know you like Harry.” She stated matter-of-factly, not even looking up from the book she was consulting. You almost tipped over your bottle of ink at her words.
“What- Hermione, are you insane?” You asked exasperatedly. You hadn’t thought your feelings were obvious. Then again this was Hermione, whose attention to detail was far superior to your other classmates.
“Also,” she continued, “I know he has feelings for you too.”
“Yes you really are insane. He most definitely does not.” You said incredulously, although the notion made your heart skip a beat.
She then looked up from her essay, smirking. “Are you blind (Y/N)? He is constantly asking how you are or where you are or what you’re up to, you are the first person he goes to when anything even remotely major happens, and he calls you ‘love’ for goodness’ sake!”
You couldn’t respond. You knew she was right, but he definitely could not like you. You just shook your head, not really hiding your smile at the thought of your pet name, and returned to your charms homework. You could almost feel her smile, but thankfully she left it at that.
There was an air of excitement at breakfast the next day, along with an intense chill coming from outside. The first Quidditch match of the season was today and the conditions were not ideal. Gryffindor was playing Hufflepuff in a last minute switch and you were extremely on edge. Harry was too. The extreme rain and winds outside made for a tough game and you so wanted him to do well. You knew he needed something to cheer him up.
“You will be brilliant, I just know it. You’ve never failed to catch a snitch yet!” You said to Harry over your porridge, clutching his wrist. He looked nervous, but your words made him perk up slightly.
“Thank you, love. The conditions just make me worry, that’s all.” He gave you a forced smile, and you sighed. You knew there wasn’t much more you could do besides wish him luck as he made to leave.
“Gryffindor leads 60 points to 10!” Lee Jordan’s voice rang out, muffled by the howling wind. You were completely drenched head to toe with Ron and Hermione on either side of you. So far the match had been mayhem. Thanks to Hermione’s Impervius spell the team could see, but they still had the wind and intense rain to deal with.
You were watching Harry suspended in mid-air, searching for the snitch. You were hoping he would find it soon so you all could return to the warmth of the castle. Squinting through the rain, you could see Harry looking quite distraught, staring in one direction. Following his gaze, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at. You then heard Oliver Wood shout something incoherent and Harry turned, streaking out after Cedric Diggory, who had just seen the snitch.
Your heart soared, cheering for Harry to go faster. He was almost on Diggory, when you felt a different sort chill, the happiness from the moment before leaving you. Looking down, you saw at least a hundred dementors swarming into the stadium. To your horror, you looked up at Harry, who was now falling fast towards the ground. You screamed.
“I swear to god Harry Potter if you ever scare me like that again, I will pull a Dobby and lock you away with the Dursleys.”
Harry’s laugh was strained. He was in pain but nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn’t mend.
It was a few hours after the match and you were the only one left in the hospital wing with Harry. Everyone else had gone to dinner but you decided to stay. You were immensely relieved that he was alright, all thanks to Dumbledore, but you could tell that he was still upset. Cedric had caught the snitch before he realized Harry had fallen and on top of that, his beloved Nimbus 2000 was destroyed.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, you were determined to make him feel at least slightly better. Hearing him laugh made your heart swell.
“Aren’t you hungry, love? Dinner’s almost halfway over.” He sighed, looking up at you.
“No actually, watching your favorite person in the world fall fifty feet kind of takes away your appetite.”
“Your favorite person in the world?” he questioned, eyebrows raise.
Your breath hitched, realizing what you said. “Well, yeah.” You timidly replied, looking anywhere but his face. You could tell your whole face was flushed red, but you weren’t going to deny it. There was no one you’d rather be around than him.
Suddenly you felt his hand clasp yours. Startled, you finally looked at him with bright eyes. He was staring at you in a new way, or at least in a way you had never noticed before. A smile crept to your lips. You couldn’t deny the feeling in your stomach.
“(Y/N) -”
“Harry, I like you.” You blurted out. Looking down at your lap, feeling your cheeks redden even more. “I have for quite a while and I didn’t think I did for the longest time but watching you, ya know, almost die, made me realize it.”
You couldn’t look at him. Your mind was static, you didn’t know what to think. And he wasn’t responding.
“If you don’t like me back, it’s okay, I just -” This time he interrupted you. Pulling you down, he smashed his lips onto yours. You were shocked, but you instantly melted into him. This was your first real kiss and it felt too good to be true. It was soft and gentle and his hand never left yours. Slowly, you pulled away keeping your face inches away from his.
“I like you too, love. I have since first year.” He beamed. Your smile was radiant. It felt like a weight was lifted and that the events of today had never occured. It was just simply you and Harry.
Madam Pomfrey’s voice rang out. “Visiting hours are over now!” she sang, standing in the doorway. A knowing smile played on her lips as she turned back into her office.
Beaming, you stood up. “I’ll be back first thing tomorrow, okay?”
“Make sure you eat something first love.” He replied. He was smiling wider than he had all year.
“Okay.” You smiled and with a burst of confidence, you bent down a gave him a quick peck before turning to leave. Waving goodbye, you walked out of the hospital wing with a spring in your step. You couldn’t wait to find Hermione.
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The saddest thing in that scene where Harry thought no family would come to see him risk his life in the third task, is that when Cedric told him “harry they are waiting in the chamber”, Harry thought the Dursley were there.
Something in Harry, despite of how the Dursley treated him all his life, felt a bit of hope they would care about him. That they were there, in Hogwarts, to see him in risking his life in a tournament.
This is Harry Potter being Lily Evans. Always expecting the best of people, even if they were the worst.
don’t worry guys the surprise was even better, it was BILL
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“Is it true?“ he said. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?” “Yes,” said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of were thickset and looked like bodyguards. “Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said the pale boy carelssly, noticing where Harry was looking. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.“
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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
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I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨
This must be a sign 🌌
wish i do smth cool to end this year
yknow
Harry Potter Ships!
Hello!! On my old blog (hppreferencesbyanna) I use to do ships all the time and I really miss it so I’m restarting it all on this one.
Not only will you get a ship with any character from the generation(s) of your choosing, but I will also include an outfit based off the description you give me. This is a basic example:
Basically all I need is for you to send an ask with your name, age, sexual orientation, house (this is optional! I can also sort you if you’d like!) and a general description of who you are including things like physical features, what you like to do, how you dress/ your personal style, and your personality. I will then ship you with whoever I think will be your perfect match!
I will ship you with anyone from The Golden Trio Era, The Marauders (minus Pettigrew and Snape oops), and the Next Generation. For the Next Gen I go off my own headcanons and not the Cursed Child because I just don’t consider it completely canon (and if you have any questions on that just watch Super Carlin Brothers video called Is The Cursed Child Canon lol)
If you would like your ship posted privately please include that in your ask, otherwise it will be posted and tagged under ships. If you have any questions on why I shipped you with whoever, please send me a message or an off anon ask (just so I don’t clog my feed and we can have a real convo!)
Love ya babes! Happy Requesting!! <333
I’m still doing these if anyone would like one!!
SIRIUS BLACK FULL ON SOBBED WHEN HE GOT TO HEAVEN AND SAW HIS FRIENDS AGAIN. HE DID NOT SMIRK OR JOKE HE WAS GROSS SOBBING AND NOBODY CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
remember when harry’s last thought before he ‘died’ was of ginny??
[Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his — ]
key word here is “inexplicably” because it wasn’t an image of ginny that appeared in his head. the blazing look and her lips are both about her looks, but when he thought of her, it was different. it was a feeling that he could not describe. the feeling of her. of being with and around her. of everything he loved about her. the feeling of how she made him feel.
I think that if I could give a name to what I feel it would go away. Find the word that describes the feeling and say it over and over until it’s merely a sound.
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“‘Be a gentleman.’ My mum drilled that into me. Good, old-fashioned politeness, basically. I’ve no time for people who behave one way to a Hollywood producer, then differently to the guy who brings them a mug of coffee.”
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