Wanda Did Nothing Wrong

It was the last thing she saw before she died and she gave that information to the last person who would care about it.

Hearing that from a guy who survived the Holocaust rewired my brain a little bit.

ETA: Here's a link to a safety plan. https://www.samhsa.gov/sites/default/files/988-safety-plan.pdf

No one can ever stop you if you’re really determined. Only you can stop yourself. If you’re suicidal and there’s ANY tiny part of you that wants a chance to not go down that route, but can’t convince the rest of you yet, give this short book a try. Or share it with anyone you know who might need it.

quick color study

- like you wouldn’t believe.

instagram / bluesky

felt self indulgent

Beauty and the Beast retold and illustrated by Jan Brett, 1989.

Blood-starved beast🩸

Why don't you just watch glee then.

There's nothing wrong with wanting some kind of interaction for something you're putting out there.

Preview “Sir?” Hermione asked. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but have you taught before? Perhaps at another magical school?” A couple of years after the war, having lost just about everyone he cared about, Remus enrolled in university to study History. Because what better way to forget about every horrible thing that happens than to learn about the suffering of others?   His fondness for extra-strong bitters and monthly howling were a bit of a deterrent, but he completed his A-levels and graduated from uni with minimal hurdles. Anytime he told a chatty stranger he was studying history, they proceeded to ask him if he wanted to be a teacher. Remus would just nod. Better that than ramble to strangers about how he needed something to keep him distracted and avoid thinking about every awful thing he said and did in the months leading up to the death of Lily and James Potter. In his pursuit of a ‘healthy distraction,’ he completed a Postgraduate Certificate in Education, making him officially hirable. Not to be a proper teacher. Even if an alternative world where his parents named him John and his father hadn’t insulted a suspected werewolf to his face, Remus still had a chronic illness. No school would hire a man whose health was as reliable as a dice roll. But he could pick up substitute teacher contracts easily enough. Gave him the flexibility to work when he could and paid him enough to eat. Work two to three days a week, drink the rest of the week. What a life. It was only after his first year teaching that Remus realized he actually enjoyed it. He liked kids; they were clever and hilarious. Sure, subbing was different. Always limited to someone else’s lesson plan and curriculum, but it was enough. If he could never have his own class, subbing would be enough. So he thought. Once again, Hogwarts opened its door to him. “I have,” Remus answered Hermione. “I used to sub for Muggle schools. Mainly history.” “You taught muggles?” Hermione said, dumbfounded. “Why?” Same reason temperamental dogs are typically euthanized, Remus thought. “It’s cause of your polio, right, Remus?” Lucky called out from across the room, very much not working on her charms project. “I don’t have polio..?” Remus’s red-ink quill slid out of his hand. “Why’d you think that?” Was she joking? Was this a rumor he was unaware of? “Aw, it’s okay! It's not your fault you were born before the vaccine.”