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I am unwell

"Werewolves always had a weakness for silver..."

Says Remus Lupin, looking into Sirius' grey eyes.

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I wonder what it’s like to be loved willingly

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as a closeted queer woman, this is a very scary day for me. When I heard the news, I could only think of my friends who were active members of the queer community, my little friends who were badly coming out and feeling comfortable in their skin. The overprotective nature that I feel for my family, I begin to feel for my friends. I wish safety on all of the community whoever you are. I wish I can offer words of encouragement but I to am scared. right now, we all need to stick together. This isn’t a time to be alone and no matter what do not be ashamed for who you are even if the world tells you to be. And it may seem foolish to say but as dark as the world seems to be today, let’s try to make the world better tomorrow and for the future. Hold hands and still smile at each other.

My heart goes out to everyone.

please, I will not accept any hate. Notice how I didn’t hate on anyone because of their opinion? Please follow the same example I set and be kind to one another. 💕

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I fear

I am running out of time

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you were so close to kissing me

and I’m not sure if I had given you the room to if you would have done it

you love him. Not me.

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oh but you made temptation look so delicious

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It's Alright (r.l x reader)

Professor Lupin x reader (not rlly)

( Fluff, hurt, comfort ) this isn't really a x reader, its more of a tender moment between a student and teacher, remus being the caring professor he would have been if he didn't leave Hogwarts.

trigger warnings: slight mentions of self harm and suicide

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Remus lupin knew how it felt to be ignored. He knew how it felt to be drowning and screaming into an endless void where no one can hear him. He knew what it was like to always be the therapist but to never have anyone listen to him. As a professor, he tried to pay careful attention to his students, and when those begun to struggle, he would leave little bars of chocolate for them to find on their desks, encouraging notes scrawled on the wrapper. He knew it wasn’t much in his eyes, but to his students, it meant the world to them. 

So it wasn’t a surprise when he had begun to catch on with the strange behavior of one of his students

During class he had noticed her vacant stare. How it seemed like too much effort to even lift her quill to take notes. At first he figured that it had been a late night for her. That she had stayed up studying and now faced the consequences. But it wasn’t until he saw the briefest wince at the slightest shift of her arm, as if a fresh wound had rubbed against the fabric of her robes. 

Now, Remus had always been taught to look out for the warning sings of depression, but he never thought that he would have to intervene. Of course, depression was always a thing and could happen to anyone. It happened to him after Sirius was sent to imprisonment and when Lily and James passed. So he knew the feeling, and it broke his heart to see one of his students feeling the same way. 

She was young. And the world should have been bright for her. He couldn’t imagine what trials she would have been facing to sit in his class with such a vacant stare in her face. One of the things he had looked forward to his classes was seeing ophelia’s face light up whenever she learned something cool. It inflicted a sense of pride inside of him, that maybe despite his condition, he could lead a normal life as a teacher. Now, he missed that look. He missed the way her eyes would light up- just any sort of emotion that would come from her. 

So he made a mental note to check up on her after class. 

She didn’t have anything to pack up, yet she remained in her seat. Her chest felt heavy and all of her limbs felt as if they were made of stone. It would take a great deal of energy just to walk out of her dorm. She debated skipping the rest of her classes and lying in the comforting solitude of her darkened room, staring at nothing. But then, a golden beam of light came to her. 

Professor lupin sat down in the desk in front of her, concern filling his dark brown eyes as he watched her, long fingers folded together. 

“Y/n,” he said softly. 

She gazed at him, “yes, professor?” 

“I…” he wet his lips, trying to find the right words, “how are you doing? Are you alright?” 

“I am, professor.” The words came out before she could even think. Such a robotic response to the question asked. It was a little more believable than a “I’m fine.” But, something deep down inside of her was beginning to cry out. Something that wished to be let loose. She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to dump her problems on someone else. Everyone always had It worse, so why bitch and moan about feeling empty and like a failure? Everyone did. What made her so special and different?

Professor Lupin shook his head, “no, you’re not alright. if you don’t feel comfortable sharing with me what’s going on, that’s alright. You don’t own me an explanation, but please do not lie to me. I care about your wellbeing and your safety.” 

But that’s always it isn’t it? She thought. It’s always her well-being and her safety as if she was going to throw herself out a window at any given moment. Oh no- don’t upset poor y/n or she might drown herself in the black lake. Don’t critique her too much otherwise she’ll cry. 

She didn’t know what she wanted, but that wasn’t it. 

She made a move to pick up her bag and leave, her eyes had begun to sting. 

“I care about you.” Professor Lupin’s voice was soft and gentle, “and I want you to be okay. I don’t want you to feel so sad.” 

“I’m not,” she whispered, “I’m not doing so well.” 

She forced herself to look up at him, her eyes swimming with tears. Just seeing his face, hearing his words- it was enough to all at once feel the pain once more. 

“What’s going on?” 

“I…everything is just too much. The world- life…me. I feel like I’m in this vacant shell and there is this hole inside of me that nothing can fill. Nothing can make me happy and I’m just sinking. The more I try to pull myself out the further I sink down.” 

Out of instinct, she pressed the pad of her fingertip to the wound on her arm under the desk, she winced. 

“Do you hurt yourself, love?” 

She felt embarrassed, ashamed. Everyone managed to keep their motions in check, why couldn’t she? It was stupid, hurting herself because she either felt too much or couldn’t feel anything. But it wasn’t that. Sometimes, she got so stuck in her head there was so way of coming back. She felt herself sinking and sinking the pain was the only way to keep her afloat. 

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, voice breaking. 

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s alright.” Professor Lupin cooed, reaching out to gently grab her arm, “it’s alright you hear me? You have nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sorry you’ve had to suffer this long, you don’t deserve it.” 

A tear slipped out from the corner of her eye and rolled down her face. She felt it splatter on her skirt. 

“I…” her throat was tight and burned. She kept her gaze down on the dark splatter of her skirt. She shouldn’t be there. She shouldn’t be crying in front of her teacher like a little kid. She was older now for goodness sake, start acting like it. 

Remus cooed softly before he stood up from the desk. She was so sure that he was going to send her to madam prom fey to become someone else’s problem, but to her surprise, he hugged her. 

He actually hugged her. 

She was swept up in a warm embrace, his long arms curled around her as if he was going to protect her from the world’s hurt. He carefully rested his cheek on the top of her head, whispering quietly as more tears fell past her eyes and ran down his bare wrist. 

She ached, and her heart yearned. She shut her eyes for the briefest of moments and tried to revel in the tender moment, of feeling….loved. 

It wasn’t the kind of love that was lustful and vain. It wasn’t the kind of love that was mistaken by infatuation, or the kind that was withheld at every given moment, or the type to be earned. This kind…was tender. It was tender and pure and it came from someone who cared about her. It wasn’t feigned or because they had to care. It was because he wanted to care about her. 

When her tears finally dried, he pulled away, kneeling down to face her. 

“Listen, I’m here for you, okay? One of the worst aspects of depression is how it convinces you that you are alone. i never want you to feel that way again, okay?” 

She nodded, rolling her lip between her teeth as she played with her hands in her lap. 

“You can always come to me, as a friend or a teacher. And it doesn’t have to be about what’s going on. If you don’t feel like being alone or need a place to breathe, my office always welcomes you, alright?” 

She nodded again, this time a small bashful smile creeping on her face. 

Professor Lupin gave her a soft smile before he reached up and gently wiped away a stray tear on her cheek. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Better.” And this time she wasn’t lying. 

He nodded before standing up, a soft grunt coming from him as he stretched out his legs. “Atta girl, now get to class.” 

She smiled wider this time as she picked her bag up and begun to head out the door. 

“Y/n?” Professor Lupin called out. 

She peaked over her shoulder, hand pressed against the door to go. 

“I’m very proud of you.” Remus smiled at her. 

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If you or anyone you know is experiencing thoughts about sucicide, self harm, or experiencing any kind of depression, anxiety, please know that help is always available. There are numerous recourse on the internet to help you get the help that you need. 

Keep going my strong, and brave warriors. The world may not be kind but you certainly are and we want you to stay. I promise you there will be a day where you won’t feel like this anymore. 

Warmest hugs and gentle kisses, 

Portia 

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Palestine is NOT a trend. boycotting Israel-supporting companies is NOT a trend. your compassion for the innocent is NOT a trend. isreal was, is and WILL continue killing Palestinians and bombing Gaza for as long as the world is silent. do not stop talking about it. do not stop boycotting. never. stop.

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people only like lesbians in theory. and men are only acceptable of it because "its hot" seeing two women kiss each other. I am tired for either being sexualized for who I love in order to be socially accepted or being hated on for who I love.

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If I don't have a pretty girl pressing her boobs against my boobs anytime soon I might actually comit arson

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And I don’t even know what she looks like anymore. Yet the thought of her 14 year old face still makes my stomach turn in a way nothing else can

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holding up the world with no one to hold me up

what’s happens if I stop

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Can I ever be as wonderful as you are

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my house is full of ghosts.

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My heart is heavy.

My eyes are tired.

My head hurts

I know this feeling too well—

I’m in love.

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for the first time in years, someone told me to dream big.

for the first time in years, I feel like I don't have to shrink dreams.

and for the first time in years, I begin to dream larger than I ever did before.

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This issue was so heartbreaking. the amount of abuse these artists are put through and society thinks it okay because the fans believe they own these artists. from this article, I got to learn a lot of things, not just about Chappell but as the fan culture as well and it’s sickening. I was disgusted reading this and what these “fans” have done. I’m not saying this because I am a fan, but because it’s just utterly gross. These artists and celebrities are human just as we are and the type of behavior they are subjected to is so sad. it was even more depressing when Chappell mentioned all of these other music artists supporting her and from the connection that they as well have gone through this. It’s disgusting and disappointing. fans of whomever, I urge you all to treat these people with respect because that is a basic human right and no matter who they are. you shouldn’t have to do anything to deserve respect just as how they don’t owe you a moment of their time. They don’t know you. they have the right to say no. i urge you to read this article regardless if you are a fan or not. It’s powerful and informative on the way our actions as a society affect people.