Fucking White People

James and Lily

When they were 11

He made loud fart noises in the corridor to amuse his friends. 

She rolled her eyes and kept walking.

When they were 12

He would have water fights in the common room.

She scowled as she dodged the enchanted water balloon.

He would shout out answers over her in class.

She ignored him and got top marks anyway.

When they were 13

He and his friends filled the great hall with jelly as a joke.

She shouted when a leftover piece fell on her head the next day.

He charmed balls of paper to fly at her head.

She hexed him.

When they were 14

He batted his eyelashes and got an extension on his homework.

She scolded him for it after.

He set loose the blast ended skrewts.

She spent her lunch helping round them all up.

He started to call her stupid nicknames.

She shot back with stupider insults.

When they were 15

He charmed off a boys hair one day.

She helped the boy figure out how to grow it back.

He harassed her in the corridor with annoying proposals.

She thought she hated him.

He got caught by the Greenhouses smoking with his friend.

She and Remus monitored his detention. She asked Remus why he was so annoying, he said he was more than the arrogant show he put on.

He pulled down Severus’ trousers in front of a crowd of people.

She defended someone who wasn’t a good person.

He followed her around trying to apologise.

She thought maybe Remus was right.

When they were 16

He made his stationary fly around the classroom to amuse people.

She grinned and told him to stop.

He flooded the fourth floor.

She cursed him as she helped get rid of the water.

He gave a bar of chocolate to a crying first year.

She thought maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

He carried his friend’s books when he was feeling ill.

She thought he was actually quite nice.

He helped her with difficult homework.

She smiled and said thank you.

He made conversation as they walked to class together.

She was shocked when she realised she was friends with him.

When they were 17

He wrote to her over the holidays.

She replied.

He threw a big celebration party in the common room.

She had a fun time with her friends dancing and drinking until dawn.

He loved the way she rolled her eyes at him.

She loved the way the combed his fingers through his hair unconsciously.

He went home for the summer realising that maybe she might feel the same way.

She realised she had fallen for someone she thought she hated.

He came back to school as Head Boy.

She came back as Head Girl.

He grew up and took the responsibility seriously.

She felt her chest swell as she watched him grow.

He asked if she wanted to go out. That maybe after all this time…

She realised that the answer had always been yes.

When they were 18

He loved the way her hair fell around her shoulders, the way she smiled when he touched her and they way she would laugh as she kissed him.

She loved the way he slung his arm over her whenever he stood next to her, they way he would grin when he made eye contact and the way the played with her hair as she dozed next to him.

He made the suits of armour tell jokes when someone walked past.

She giggled and realised some things never change.

He started to prepare for a world that was getting darker every day.

She started to prepare for a world that scared her a little.

He ended the school year with a bang, literally. He and his friends threw a farewell party.

She spent the night laughing and crying, promising everyone that it wasn’t really goodbye.

He left school, bought a flat, and began to train to fight a war he was too young to fight in.

She left school, moved into his flat, and began to train for a war she was determined to win.

He loved her and he told her every day.

She loved him and would never let him forget it.

When they were 19

He would come home dirty and bruised.

She would return scratched and messy.

He would heal her wounds and hold her close.

She would mend his cuts and kiss him gently.

He would fight like there was no tomorrow.

She would attack like it was the only defence.

He was frightened.

She was worried.

He found comfort in her.

She found solace in him.

He realised he couldn’t live without her.

She realised he kept her going.

He said ‘marry me’.

She said ‘only if you marry me first’.

He married a girl he had loved since he was 11.

She married a boy she had never hated.

When they were 20

He still had a war to fight in.

She still had to bring justice to her world.

He worried when he heard her throwing up one morning.

She worried when he joked she might be pregnant.

He knew there would be day when he would make an unfunny joke.

She realised today was that day.

He had to shift his world to make room for a baby.

She had to prepare for a world with more people to love in it.

He was as excited as could be.

She was always smiling despite it all.

He wanted to name the baby Harold.

She like Barry.

He decided to compromise.

She agreed on Harry.

He couldn’t stop shaking when they baby was born.

She couldn’t stop cradling her son.

He and his friends stayed up four nights in a row with the baby, just to play with him.

She had her friends over for a weekend, just to coo over him.

He was told his friends couldn’t come any more. But it kept his child safe.

She was heartbroken people could come to visit, but it kept her family whole.

When they were 21

He enjoyed the quiet days with his wife.

She enjoyed the long mornings with her husband.

He enjoyed practising magic with (sometimes on) his son.

She enjoyed pretending not to notice, or outdoing him on a particularly pretty spell.

He was scared, but he loved her and Harry.

She was terrified, but he and Harry mattered more.

He decided to celebrate 1 year old in style.

She baked a truly magnificent cake.

He decorated the house.

She decorated her son. 

He smiled as a small fawn blew out his candles.

She laughed as her husband transformed to match his son.

He loved her more than ever.

She loved him more than she could say.

He carved pumpkins.

She hung fairy lights.

He made puffs of smoke come out the end of his wand.

She heard the door open.

He threw his child in to her arms.

She ran up the stairs.

He looked for his discarded wand.

She barricaded the door.

He dropped like a marionette who’s string were cut.

She refused to step aside.

He was dead.

She fell just like her husband.

They loved Harry.

They died for their son.

but he lived.

🌗 —> MOON PHASE WALL ART  <— 🌓

I am a straight, white, middle-class American.

Can someone give me practical steps on how I can use my privilege to actively advocate for those who are marginalized by this election?

Make me admit stuff?

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? 3. Have you taken someones virginity? 4. Is trust a big issue for you? 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? 6. What are you excited for? 7. What happened tonight? 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? 9. Is confidence cute? 10. What is the last beverage you had? 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? 14. What are you going to spend money on next? 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? 18. The last time you felt broken? 19. Have you had sex today? 20. Are you starting to realize anything? 21. Are you in a good mood? 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? 24. What do you want right this second? 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? 34. Listening to? 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? 38. Who did you last call? 39. Who was the last person you danced with? 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? 44. Do you tan in the nude? 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? 47. Who was the last person to call you? 48. Do you sing in the shower? 49. Do you dance in the car? 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? 53. Is Christmas stressful? 54. Ever eat a pierogi? 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? 57. Do you believe in ghosts? 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? 59. Take a vitamin daily? 60. Wear slippers? 61. Wear a bath robe? 62. What do you wear to bed? 63. First concert? 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? 65. Nike or Adidas? 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? 69. Ever take dance lessons? 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? 71. Can you curl your tongue? 72. Ever won a spelling bee? 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? 74. What is your favorite book? 75. Do you study better with or without music? 76. Regularly burn incense? 77. Ever been in love? 78. Who would you like to see in concert? 79. What was the last concert you saw? 80. Hot tea or cold tea? 81. Tea or coffee? 82. Favorite type of cookie? 83. Can you swim well? 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? 85. Are you patient? 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? 87. Ever won a contest? 88. Ever have plastic surgery? 89. Which are better black or green olives? 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? 91. Best room for a fireplace? 92. Do you want to get married?

How bedtime turns into playtime . . .

Daddy: Alright princess, it's nearly bedtime, let's go put on your jammies.

Princess: Nope! I'm a grown up and grown ups don't have bedtimes!

Daddy: Oh really, so you're an adult, you are not my perfect little princess?

Princess: Nope! I'm an adult grown up person who doesn't belong to anyone!

Daddy: *pushes me up against a wall* Hmm, that's upsetting. *moves hand in between my legs and beings rubbing* Well then who's princess parts are these?

Princess: M-m-m-mine. *blushes*

Daddy: Oh I guess I should stop playing then since they aren't mine. I don't want to play with someone else's toy. *removes hand*

Princess: Wait . . .

Daddy: Wait? Why? Are those perhaps, MY princess parts?

Princess: Well, maybe they need some convincing *giggles*

Daddy: *begins rubbing again*

Princess: *pushes into Daddy's hand* Oh . . .

Daddy: You are my naughty little slut, aren't you princess?

Princess: Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: And these are my princess parts, aren't they?

Princess: *moans* Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: That's right, and I can do anything I want with them. I can tease this little clit for hours and I can even . . . *slides finger inside*

Princess: Oh, Daddy, please. Please, please, please.

Daddy: Aww, does my naughty little slut want to cum?

Princess: Yes, Daddy. Please.

Daddy: I don't know, you were a bad little girl. Saying you don't belong to me. I don't think bad little girls get to have cummies.

Princess: I promise I won't be bad ever again, Daddy. Please, I will be your perfect little princess.

Daddy: This will serve as a reminder of who you belong to, Princess. *continues to move finger*

Princess: Oh, Daddy, can I please cum? Please.

Daddy: Cum for me, Princess.

Princess: *begins to cum violently* Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. I belong to you. I'm yours.

Daddy: That's a good girl. *grabs throat and leans in close* Don't you ever say you don't belong to me. You are MY princess.

Princess: *smiles* Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: *kisses forehead* Now, go put on your jammies. It's past your bedtime.

do you remember the night you came home from work crying harder than the clouds were? i took your blushed cheeks into my hands then kissed every tear away before your raincoat left your body. i guided you to our couch after your broken voice insisted being held would make the night slow down. you sat patiently as i undressed you with a shiver running through your body every so often. taking hold of both ankles gently, i shifted you onto your back & proceeded to place you into your favorite pink butterfly onesie. before zipping up the pajamas, i trailed kisses up your tummy for a smile. the sides of your mouth reluctantly upturned as rouge tears entered the valleys of your lips. my hand clutched a warm bottle just in time for your fingers to latch onto my wrist. while easing the silicone into your mouth, i picked up your favorite stuffed animal in attempts to diminish your sour day. hiding behind his soft fur, i gave him a comedic voice that sent you soaring into a positive head space. muffled giggles filled the room as milk started dripping down your chin: you couldn’t keep the bottle in your mouth any longer due to laughter. after letting out a few chuckles myself, i cleaned you up with a damp washcloth then put a pacifier back between your teeth. with whatever upset you now running far behind, the night slowly faded; your glassy irises never left mine until your eyelids stole them away. deep sleep entered your brain just as fast as your tears once fell… do you remember the night i fell in love with that little world of yours?

(via @whispymilk)

Shoutout to all you secret littles

All you littles that are scared what people will think All you littles who have a boyfriend/girlfriend that don’t know about your little side All you littles that are scared to ‘come out’ to your boyfriend/girlfriend All you littles that live with your parents and feel like you can’t be your true self You are just as important as all the other littles. You are strong. You are valid.