#extremely nervously hitting reblog after adding my ramble

[alwek]

I didn't know yer vegan, keep er goin! And while I realize this probably isn't the place to do it, I do have thoughts about veganism that I think are different than most. A sort of solidarity in a way that people don't think of usually, I think.

Vegans are the reason I do eat meat! But not in that weird way people usually do where it's to spite the vegan or whatever (that's extremely petty, rude, and disrespectful not only to the vegans but also the meat). Because like, vegans are fucking right! The meat industry is fucked to shit, and those poor animals should never have to live in such horrible conditions. After hearing of all the horrible things the meat industry does and the disrespect those animals go through, I figured the best way to honour them would be TO eat their flesh. Have their souls and body at the very least sustain another life so the torture they go through in those farms isn't for not.

I saw how vegans want to respect the animal, and I want to do that, too. But I grew up with bush people, hunters, and gathers that grew and caught almost everything they ate. They taught me to live from the land, to show respect to what you must kill, to honour its life by treating it well in its death and wasting as few parts as possible. To me, to let those packs of meat sit and rot on the shelves, THAT is the disrespectful part.

No amount of preaching or teaching can stop an animal from already being dead. At the very least, I can honour their life and memory by savouring the flesh their tortured lives gave us. I can't just let them rot on the shelves when I was raised to believe that in order to respect a dead animal, you must use all of it you can. And I know meat farms don't use all they can. Hell, they toss perfectly good parts because they don't have a quick way to profit from them. I feel like, at the very least, if I eat that pack of ground beef, I've done something to help the soul of that animal find peace.

And so, after it was vegans who taught me the horrors of the meat farming industry, I started savouring every piece of meat I eat. Doing my best to make sure that somehow, that animal knows its life wasn't for naught, as it has fed a family for another day.

That's just how I was raised. I see vegans saying it's not right to eat the meat because of the treatment they receive, and to an extent, I agree. FUCK factory farms. I'll always buy local, especially when it's inconvenient to do so. And the whole stink they throw up by boycotting these farms DOES help! But, I guess I was just brought up in a way where I feel I'm giving the animal more respect by eating it. (Bonus points if the meat was stollen from one of the factory farm companies)

As a great woman wrote, "Eating is the exclusive privilege of the living." And I just think with that, I'm giving the animal more respect by letting it help me live on in its death than I am leaving it to rot.

I hope this isn't, like, extremely weird to say. It's just that veganism helped me see the horrible things that happen to animals, and for that, I will always be grateful, and I will always fight with them against factory farms. But they also helped me solidify my spiritual beliefes around meat and eating. And so, I dunno, feels worth saying to me.

Solidarity with opposing ideas is something I think is important. And so, I think it's important that both sides hear each others' reasons and responses to the same things. This thing being (from my impressions) the absolute horror show that meat farms are. Those poor beasts shouldn't have to live like that, not at all. One person might hear about those piss poor excuses for farms and resolve to never eat meat again. Another may hear about it and think they must make sure that animal gets respected properly somehow.

I dunno. I just think both sides to this need to get along so we can stop the torturing deaths of so many beasts. There's nothing wrong with not eating meat, and there's nothing wrong with eating it, too. You can respect the flesh your way, and I'll do it mine. I guess I just think the most important part is that we agree that these farms are fucked up.

I have lots of thoughts on the meat industry. And it's thanks to veganism that those farms get so much negative attention these days, and so, thanks to vegans for getting animals the kind of treatment they deserve.

But yeah. That's me. Hey OP if you think this is stepping over too much, let me know, and I'll delete this. Sincerely, I don't mean to do anything other than say how vegans solidified my spiritual beliefs and got me angry as balls at factory farming.

Ending note: FUCK veal, and FUCK lamb, and FUCK any other meat that kills a baby for it. The best meat comes from a cow a year away from natural death, or the deer shot near my property that feeds us all summer. Always buy from the local butcher if you can, and to all my meat eaters out there. Please, I'm begging you, shut the fuck up about peoples choice to not eat meat. Sure, the preaching vegan is a bit strange (i say knowing full well that I'm the preaching carnivore rn), but you become the asshole when using them as an excuse to do petty shit.

tumblr as a whole has been more outright actively aggressive towards me being a vegan than all other social media platforms combined and it kinda fucking sucks

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Ron was right

Theo Nott x Reader

W.C. : 3043

Requestd by @herstory-study​:  Ok I kid you not(t) another idea just popped into my head.. I hope you like it... the gist of it is Theo and the reader have that relationship where they are best friends but also dating but nobody can tell bc they’ve always been super close so I imagine like a bunch of pple (including the twins) have placed bets on whether or not they are dating and I just imagine one day they come back from a date and pple in the background are either groaning/cheering cause they got $ u can take it from there

A/N: I hope you like it, Puff! Feedbak and reblogs are very aprecciated. Happy reading.

*Not my GIF. Credit to the creator.*

It had been a quiet day the first time Theo noticed you. Grey clouds move fast in the evening sky, the light breeze comfortable for every student out in the courtyard to show their house pride and wear their scarves around their necks. His friends talked about the Golden trio and what had they done that week to ruin their mood. Nothing new really. Theo never added much to those conversations, what was the point of complaining about something when you could ignore it. He too was bothered by Potter and his friends adventures and misadventures, but Draco and his friends weren’t the target. But that was just the way Theo saw it.

“Wait until I write my father,” grumbled Draco, sitting in the middle of the bench where Theo had been sitting with Blaise. “ Potter is going to regret it.” he said with a huff.

Pansy arrived just a second after he ended rambling, rolling his eyes as she sat on the grass without a care about her robes. She gave a pleading look at the other boys as she cocked her head towards the Slytherin prince. When neither one of them said anything she scoffed glaring daggers at both before she smirked “Draco darling, Why don’t you tell Blaise and Theo here what Potter did. I’m sure they’d love to hear it.”

Blaise’s protest died down on his tongue when Theo shut his book close “No need.” he said, looking straight in Pansy’s eyes “We saw it all.” 

And it was true, it was hard to miss one of their disputes when they shouted at each other, standing at opposite extremes of the hall as the crowd gathered to witness the latest drama between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

“Doesn’t matter if they know.” Draco said desperately, leaning to rest his arms on his knees “I already have a plan for them to know their place. And plan B in case that one doesn’t work.”

“Maybe you should try plan D for dumbass.” 

They all turned around to the large tree, their gazes lowering to the base of it. There you sat, an annoyed look on your face as you straightened your robes and stood. Your movements were sharp, taking your bag on your shoulder as you stormed away from them, all of them in a state of shock to even try to stop you. 

 “Who does she think she is.” muttered Draco, already jumping to his feet when Theo placed a hand on his chest.

“Leave this one to me.” he said lowly, his eyes never leaving your form as you walked away. Draco hesitated but gave him a slow nod as he sat back down. 

Theo smiled triumphantly, hiding his face quickly so no one would see him and his true feelings. He took off and ran after you, keeping enough distance so you would walk away from the eyes of his friends. 

He kept running, your back facing him as he came to a halt. “Hey!” he yelled, your eyes glancing back at him as you picked up your pace. “Wait, stop.” he yelled again, catching up with you as he stopped in front of you. 

“What?” you said sharply, looking down at his hunched form as he breathed heavily. You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over just your chest as you leaned back. “ Don’t tell me, Draco sent you to do his dirty work?”

“You…” he smiled, trying to keep in a laugh as he shook his head “You just called him a dumbass.”

You frowned, taking in the boy in front of you. Well kept brown hair, milky skin and the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, his smile reaching his eyes as he stood to his full height. 

“Aren’t you his friend or something?” you asked confused.

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around. “Even I can get annoyed at him.” 

You squinted your eyes, eyeing the boy before you looked up at him “Who are you?”   

He extended his hand with a smile, one you hesitantly took “Theodore Nott, but everyone calls me Theo.”

You raised both your eyebrows, shaking his hand with a nod “Right.” you said “Well, if you’re not here to avenge your friend…”

“I’m not.” he smiled as you mirrored his look.

“Maybe you’re not a dumbass.” you told him, staring into each other's eyes before you realized you had been in silence for too long “I’m going now.” you turned on your heel, resuming your walk to a more quiet zone where Slytherins weren’t complaining when his voice made you stop.

“You didn’t tell me your name!” 

You turned to see him with a smile, a glint in your eyes as you said “Goodbye, Theo.” He stared at you as you disappeared in the halls of the castle, breathing out a laugh as he returned to his friends.  

It was difficult to not think about you after that. Your two minute interaction had him wondering more about you, who you were, what did you like. He started to pay more attention to you after that. 

He thought getting your name wouldn’t have been a difficult task. He felt like the detective he read about when he was younger, sneaking in the middle of the night to behind his father’s back to read the muggle novel he got his hands on not a while ago, reading until his eyelids could barely stay open with only the moonlight to accompany him. He wanted to feel the rush of Sherlock Holmes, and he wanted you to be John Watson. But as he actually tried to get something about you without interacting with you he realized why everyone praised Holmes so much, it wasn’t an easy job.

You always seemed to be with someone, but in utter silence. Muttering a few words with the people around you as you always had something better to do. You were the mystery he couldn’t get out of his head, the thought that kept him up at night, the dream that had him drifting away as his friends talked. He wanted the honor of being your friend.

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You worked on your herbology research, a pile of dusty books at your left side as you read the one opened before you. Your study partner was someone gathering more information, probably found someone and got stuck in the chat. Nothing new, really. You were used to initiating the study date with your partner and ending it alone. 

You felt someone walking behind your back. Expecting to hear your partner’s voice, your head snapped up at the sound of someone else.

“So,” said Theo Nott, taking the chair next to yours with a proud smile on his face “How are you, Y/N?”

You dropped your quill on the table, tilting your head with a curious look “Who told you my name?” you asked.

“It’s written on your parchment.” he pointed towards your handwriting on the upper part of the paper. “I got to say, it was difficult. Not many people really know you, you're like a ghost in the castle.”

“Maybe to the people you asked, I am very well known here.” you said daringly, and he nodded. “Well you know my name, you can leave now.” You took your quill back up, following the line you were previously reading with your finger when the thudding sound against the table made you raise your head slowly with a glare. “What are you doing?”

“Homework.” he said simply, opening a book as he silently began to read. Not once looking back to you, not saying another until he finished. Taking his things inside and wishing you goodnight, leaving the library without another word. 

It became a routine after you realized he wouldn’t give up. He would always show up, sitting on the chair he did that first night and working on his homework. There were times when you would get there and he was already sitting, books scattered all over the table until he saw you, moving his things to make some space for you. He didn’t bother you, so you allowed it. His presence  warm and welcoming as you studied, you even helped each other sometimes.

A year had passed by since that night, and you didn’t realize when you started to think about him as a friend. The only person you actually felt comfortable calling  a friend. He had been there for your happy days, your rough days. He took genuine interest in you. Telling you about him and his life, sharing his candy and food as you walked through the castle side by side. He asked you about your life before Hogwarts, how was your childhood with a muggle parent. You told him all about your past school, how you lost your friends through the years as you never got to see them and you couldn’t explain your sudden change of school and life. Theo became your best friend and you couldn’t be more happy. 

“What are you doing this weekend?” he asked you.

“I don’t know.” you shrugged, putting a raspberry in his hand as you ate one “Sleep sounds good.” you said with a smile and he laughed.

“Are you sleeping for two days straight?” he said in disbelief, and you scoffed hitting his face with another raspberry.

“Is that a challenge?” you dared, sticking you tongue out to him.

He scrunched his nose, catching the berries in his mouth until you stopped “Stop, your Gryffindor is showing.” he said with a fake look of disgust. You only laughed, shaking your head as you drifted back to his question.

“I’m not doing anything, then.” you commented, waiting to see what he had to say.

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade?” he asked simply, your heart beating fast in your chest in both nervousness and excitement. But once you saw  the carefree look in his face your heart dropped. Why were you feeling that way?

“I don’t know.” you said, trying to put the hurricane of emotions inside you at ease “I’ve never seen the fun in going.”

“That’s because you’ve never been there with me.” he said with a smile, tilting his head with a sigh at the hesitance in your face “C’mon, Y/N. You’ve told me you have never been with your friends…”

“They’re not really my friends.” you corrected with your lips pursed “They hardly are the people I hang out with. They’re just there in a silent agreement of company.”

“Am I not your friend?” he asked and you knew you had already lost the small debate.

“You know you’re my best friend.” you said with a small smile, one he returned as he held your hand, a warm tickle in your hand where his skin touched yours. 

“Then it’s settled. I’ll go get you from your common room.” he said and you nodded, praying that the emotion flowing inside you was slipping in the look of your face.

Little did you know that Theo was feeling exactly the same. His stomach was doing flips inside of him as you smiled at him. He wanted so bad to tell you it was a date, that he had just asked you out on a date but you had just said it, that word that left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

You’re my best friend.

Maybe he had been in the beginning, but not anymore. Or maybe he was, but he didn’t want to be your best friend. 

Many had noticed how the Slytherin and the Y/H/H had grown closer over the past year. Theories of what was the core of their relationship were made. How did Theo Nott get close to you? Did you have a deal no one knew about. Where you friends, partners, lovers. No one knew, and neither did you. 

The weekend arrives and just as promised Theo walked you from your common room to Hogsmeade, hand in hand as you talked through the snowy streets full of students. 

You were oblivious to the crowded mess, talking inside a bubble no one could bother you. Not even the redhead pair that stared at you as you walked past them. 

"Are you seeing what my eyes are seeing, George?" 

"We wouldn't be twins if I wasn't, Freddie." 

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"MAKE YOUR BETS, MATES!" yelled George from the top of the table in the middle of the Gryffindor common room. 

"Our lovely Y/N."

“Friends"

"Or lovers."

"With none other than Theodore Nott." 

They said, finishing each other's sentences with the invisible link the pair shared, that invisible string that made them shout the exact same words at the end. They wore grins on their faces as more bets were placed. 

"What do you think, little brother?" asked George jumping form the table 

"Friends or lovers?" 

Ron rolled his eyes, turning to Harry who was already making his bet with a smile in his face. Ron scoffed "I don't care about snakes business. They can be whatever they want." he said bitterly. 

"Someone jealous?" taunted Fred as Ron turned with a red face to his brother. 

He angrily pulled some coins from his pocket, slamming them in Fred's hands as he muttered "Lovers." 

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You had the time of your life at Hogsmeade. Theo was right and you told him so when the sun started to set, a few stars shining on the sky as you walked back to the castle. He smiled, hugging you closely with genuine joy in his face as he promised to take you again on the next trip there. 

However the next day, the murmurs and eyes from everyone in your year followed you everywhere you went. 

You were never shy, but the constant attention had you on edge the entire day. Finding refuge in the far table of the library, hidden in between the shelves where the only source of light was if you had a candle with you. 

You stayed there until late, waiting until the library was practically dead, you doubted madame Pince was still there, but you could never know. You had made it to the end of the day. 

"What are you doing here?" Theo's shushed voice came from behind you, his eyebrows scrunched together as he sat next to you, closer than he usually did. 

"I'm hiding." you whispered. 

For a moment his stomach dropped at the thought that you might have been hiding from him, that he might have let something slip on your day together and you knew how he felt. But you started ranting about your day and the looks you received from everyone and he understood, he had gotten the same looks all day long. 

"Don't worry." he murmured, opening his arms for you and you leaned on his side. "Draco probably said something about you again. I'll talk to him later" he sighed and you chuckled. 

He looked down to you, a loving look in his eyes as you kept chuckling. How could someone be so breathtaking just by doing such mundane things like leaning against someone and talking? Since the first time he saw you he knew you were beautiful but, Merlin, now you were gorgeous. 

"He is never forgetting about that, is he?" you laughed. Staring at the table, you frowned when Theo didn't say anything. 

You turned your head up to him, finding him already looking back at you. You didn't realize when you had leaned so close to him, his breathing blowing softly against your face as you gazed into his eyes. The little flick in them waking up all the butterflies in your stomach as you could have sworn his eyes moved to your lips for a fraction of second. 

You froze, realizing what that could mean when you felt him lean closer to you, his eyes closing before someone cleared their throat behind you, making you jump apart from one another. 

"The library is about to close." said professor Snape, looking at you with a glare before he settled his eyes on Theo. "Take your friend with you Mr. Nott. Directly to your common rooms." he said painfully slow.

You both nodded, clumsily taking all your stuff as you walked around him and practically ran out of there. No one said anything, your eyes on the floor as he walked you to your common room. 

"I'm sorry." he said once at the door handing you your books, your hands brushing against one another, making the blush in your face deeper. 

"No, I… You don't have to apologize." you stuttered before the words left your mouth. 

Heavy silence settled again between both of you, the tension making your stomach turn as you wished your feet would move and get you out of there. Of course, they had other plans. 

Theo wished you goodnight in a mumble, turning around and walking away just as you dropped your books on the floor, calling his name. 

"Yeah?" he asked, never meeting your eyes. You felt your mouth go dry, your hold in his wrist loosening as you breathed heavily. You brought your hand up to his cheek, smiling as he leaned in. He had closed his eyes and you ran your thumb across his cheek bone, waiting until he looked back at you. You started to lean in, his eyes widening as he realized what you were doing. His smile widened, cupping your cheeks as he closed the space between the two of you in a soft kiss. His hands wandered to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours with a smile that reached his eyes. 

"Remember when I told you I wanted you to be my Watson?" he breathed out with a smile "Well, I'm not so sure anymore."

You chuckled, moving to kiss his cheek as you rested your head on his shoulder "Funny, I always thought Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were lovers." you whispered in his ear. He smiled at you, kissing you once more. 

Completely unaware of the audience not so far away, hiding behind a wall with wide grins. "Ron was right." 

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Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet

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Aged up Peter (18+)

Warnings: Mention of danger.

A/N: This is my fourth work for my first follower milestone/ birthday celebration! The template is by @wonderwxlls (I think they deactivated though). Hope you enjoy!

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Peter is the sappy type, so he’d definitely find your personality, laugh, and smile attractive. To him, seeing you happy just hits different.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

It’s kind of 50/50 with him. Peter loves children and is amazing with him, but he realizes that there’s a lot of danger associated with his lifestyle after seeing what happened with Tony and Morgan. At the beginning of his superhero career, he was adamant about keeping his title, but as the years pass by he starts to realize that he shouldn’t have to sacrifice his personal dreams for a risky (and thankless at times) job.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Peter can be very clingy. He’ll curl over you and hold you close. Cuddling with you under a blanket or two is one of Peter’s favorite ways to spend the day.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He’s usually a man of routine when it comes to dates because he doesn’t have a lot of faith in his date planning skills. The options are usually a restaurant that him and May frequent, an ice cream shop, Delmar’s, or the park. However, he’s extremely charming and really tries to woo you.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are my glue. Peter’s the one with the webs, but to him it feels like you’re the glue that’s holding him to together.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew he was in love with you when he revealed to you that he was Spider-Man after a mission and you cared about whether or not he was safe, rather than just behaving like a fan.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Peter’s extremely gentle most of the time because he realizes that he has super strength. However, he can sometimes get really excited and hug you a bit too hard. He’s always apologetic and sad after though.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He’ll gently grip your hand and will occasionally smile at you to show his appreciation.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He thought you were attractive, and after talking to you he realized that you had a good personality to match. Instant crush basically.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Peter doesn’t really get jealous, but he does get insecure. He believes that you can do a lot better than him, so you may need to occasionally reassure him that you want him, not the others.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiated it. Peter was dazed by it, but ended up kissing you back. Peter loves giving you kisses, but they’re usually little pecks because he’s too shy to ask for anything more.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Peter said it first. He’s very in tune with his emotions and is quick to express them, so he’d immediately want to let you know how he felt because he may not get another chance to.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

It was your second date and Peter decided to take you to buy ice cream. He was so nervous that he ended up almost stumbling into a tree. It had made you laugh so hard that you snorted. It’s somewhat embarrassing to both of you, but he loves it anyway because it involves making you happy.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Even after graduation and getting a job, Peter is kind of broke. So, he may save up to buy you something nice, but he tends to spoil you with affection and attention.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Blue. Peter finds your personality very refreshing and relaxing. He instantly thinks of you whenever the sky is clear.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Baby and Angel. Peter’s far too shy to call you any or them in public, but he almost never uses your real name when in private.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

A vintage train set that May had gifted him. While Peter isn’t necessarily interested in trains, it reminds him of his Uncle Ben’s train collections.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Peter will either watch movies, cuddle with you, or show you his current LEGO projects.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Going out to eat with you and May never fails to cheer him up. With you by his side and May cracking cringy jokes, it’s hard for him not to feel better.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything. Peter is extremely talkative and can nervously ramble at times. He can jump from talking about cartoons to the meaning of life in 0.5 seconds. Your conversations with him will always be interesting.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Movie nights with you. Peter loves watching “classic” movies, so he gets really excited when he gets to show you some of his favorites.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Peter tends to show off his intelligence. At times he may fear that you’ll think he’s too nerdy, but he believes that his intelligence is one of his best qualities.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Peter would definitely not propose until you were done with college. He knew that marriage would be extremely difficult to balance along with school. After you’ve both started to settle down, he’d seriously consider proposing.

Peter would probably take you to a private place to propose because he’d get nervous doing it in public. A heartfelt speech with plenty of tears before kneeling down to present you with his Aunt May’s ring (Like she gave him in Spider-Man 3).

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye

“Listen baby, ain't no mountain high. Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby. If you need me call me no matter where you are. No matter how far don't worry baby. Just call my name I'll be there in a hurry. You don't have to worry”

No matter what, Peter will always be there for you. His faithfulness and loyalty knows no bounds.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Peter has fantasized about a life with you since he first realized that he had a crush on you. He’d never bring it up in the beginning because he didn’t want to mess things up and the whole Spider-Man secret.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Peter would want a pet that would be able to keep up with him and play, so probably a dog.

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