#yap yapping

[beans-core]

Some batkid reactions to being hassled by the press and other PR related shenanigan (inspired by this post by @timdrakewhump, it got the brainworms shmoovin)

(edit: added a cut here because DAMN this post is fucking LONG and I know it’s clogging up other people’s pages too)

Dick: the humble founder of the batkid “troll the press�� train, so he has a lot of experience and stories. As a kid, he charmed the pants off of everyone but was a handful to interview because he kept going off on random tangents. And it was just. the most unrelated and weird shit ever, like his favorite species of beetle or how he used to think when he was little that all clouds were pollution so he hated cloudy days. Things so off-topic it was practically unusable material. Bruce once asked if it was on purpose, and Dick responded “sometimes!”. He’s also the king of petty but ultimately inconsequential pranks because of growing up where he did, a place where the job was bringing joy and entertainment. If someone was an asshole to him (or anyone really) in his presence, they’d better prepare to be on the receiving end of the most manipulative, career-devastating smackdown delivered by a pink-cheeked, gift-to-the-world, curly-Q babychild— who’s now got tears running down his face because of them. It’s joever. This performer stuff helps when he’s trying not to get caught (ex: the pranks). As an adult, he wears the most butt ugly outfits (even to “important” events) but can dress stylishly if he wants. That’s usually how the press will notice which events Dick actually cares about, and Dick utilizes this to get better coverage on the more meaningful events. It’s fucking hilarious when ppl can't even really comment on the outfits because even if the clothes aren’t great, Dick somehow manages to make it look decent. When he’s out casually in public, he’s notorious for wearing shirts with puns and dad jokes on them. The shirts started ironically, but now it’s a whole thing. He gets them as presents too, Tim giving him shirts that have horrible brainrot on them. Additionally, when someone is more comfortable talking in a language other than English and Dick can speak it, he’ll switch over. But the flip side is that he knows the best insults in that language too, so if you piss him off, his roasts are both more accessible, personal, and devastating.

Jason: Snuck books to read into boring events like clockwork, and Bruce never really tried to stop him. (It’s hard to be upset at your kid for reading of all things, especially when you’d rather be doing the same too.) But Jason’s favorite activity was spreading lies and slander. He dragged everyone into it whether you were kind or bitchy, and had barely any limits. (Dick was really proud, even of the particularly wicked rumors, but tried not to show it too much else Jason go wilder.) Jason has the most fun with the gossip-distribution method of old-rich gossips who are just incapable of shutting the hell up— it’s like one big maze traversing the social cliques and making a plan of action. He gets to map out how it all works and then find the best way to wreck it, and he lives for it. Overall, he made up such an astronomical amount of bullshit that photographs were practically the only thing the paparazzi could reliably use. And even then, Jason still trolled them by wearing the same type of common plain hoodie over every outfit out in public (when he wasn’t at some special event). Present day (post-death), anytime Jason goes into the manor (not often if possible), he sneaks in. Absolutely refuses to use a door. One time, someone gets a blurry picture of Jason sneaking in, and the figure is visibly packing heat. The person who got the photo went to the police immediately, and it sent the media into a frenzy. Bruce had to make up some story about an attempted robbery and how the (non-existent) security guards he’d hired were able to take care of it. Jason thinks it’s the funniest thing ever, and can barely keep his face blank whenever he remembers it. Tim got the articles/papers printed and framed as a gift, and Jason begrudgingly accepted it (it’s proudly displayed on a shelf). He’s also secretly pissy that he can’t blatantly make up rumors for the gossips anymore because of the whole “being dead” thing.

Tim: holds grudges to hell and back if you’re not a loved one. If you happen to be more than just an average-everyday amount of douchebag and mess with him or someone he cares about, he’ll make sure you know he dislikes you by basically passive-aggressively harassing you back (when it won’t have immediate/future bad-time consequences). It’s obvious he’s being unkind only to the person/people it’s directed at, and it’s an art form Tim has been honing since the age he first understood what ‘passive aggressive’ meant. One example: once, some person said how odd it was for Mr. Wayne to keep taking in children who looked like him and “forcing them” to take the Wayne last name. The man said it in that condescending tone of people who try to imply something’s “wrong” with you without actually saying it (you know what I’m referring to). Even though Tim was visibly disgruntled in the video, it was still published. (Tim hacked the site, unpublished, and deleted the recordings out of spite… but it’s the fact that they did it in the first place!) So now whenever he sees that news station he refuses to answer them until they address him by “Timothy Wayne” (his last name is hyphenated and he doesn’t mind answering to either— usually). When Tim’s not in the mood to be passive about his aggression, he’ll just fuck with rude ppl anonymously. Hacking to mess with files/programs, deleting important info, digging up dirt and publicizing it, recruiting Jason’s help to concoct a fake scandal (Jason tries to pretend that he doesn’t love the chaos but he really obviously does), and other ways to constantly annoy/inconvenience them. Tim also accidentally adopts Jason’s habit of scoping out and analyzing the famous gossips of Gotham. It was something he’s been proficient at as a kid out of necessity, but he actually gets into it when he becomes Robin, beginning to view it like one big puzzle he can solve and use to his advantage. As a child, he’s not in the immediate focus of the news as much as you’d think. The Drake’s keep him out of the way unless he can be useful somehow (PR mostly— the Idealistic Loving Family tactic and Cute Kid Distraction are utilized often). (This becomes Pretty Boy Distraction and Desirable Man Distraction as he gets older.) They think that controlling his media presence is easier than doing damage control if he makes a mistake, as all children tend to do, which inadvertently ends up protecting him from some of the more despicable side of modern media… as long as he doesn’t seek it out himself… but as we know, Tim Drake is a very curious kid.

Damian: the perfectly behaved Wayne child, but rude without realizing (of course he realizes, but the press doesn’t know that… or won’t mention it, at least). The Wayne family PR team has long-standing beef with this kid and has had to put up with him repeatedly for PR training and other PR nightmares of his creation. He refuses to act childish in front of the media unless it’s for a mission or some other gain. (He can look like the cutiest patootie on command now, but it’s something he had to work on in his PR training, unlike some of his other siblings who have charm oozing from their pores.) The only thing that reveals Damian’s discomfort to those who know him is how he’ll stay near his family members' side, following them around like he’s stuck with glue. Once he got overwhelmed by a sudden crowd, and didn’t notice one mic coming his way until it was shoved in his face— he reacted instinctively, punched the mic (it goes flying), and ducked low into a fighting stance next to Bruce. The others poke fun until they realize he’s genuinely upset he couldn’t stay calm, so they don’t mention it again. Even though Damian loudly rebukes and scoffs at his family’s shenanigans against the press, he still secretly wants to be included. So, when he doesn’t want to be talking to someone, he’ll slowly shift into speaking Arabic and pretend not to notice. More than half the time, the listener will feel too awkward to point it out and will find some way to leave the conversation. Dick takes him to his favorite dessert place when he does this for the first time, and brags about Damian finally joining in on the family tradition all day, so he keeps doing it.

Cassandra: leans heavily into the “can’t speak” thing that she’s been mistakenly assigned just so she doesn’t have to talk to the press as much or be a center of attention. If someone does approach her she just stares at them with wide unblinking bug eyes until they back off and/or are distracted by something else. But really, she isn’t even approached that often because she sneaks around everywhere. When she is found, it’s because she feels like teasing someone that day. (It’s a bonus when her family gets all giggly seeing her mess with the press because yeah, it’s practically a Wayne family tradition at this point.) Also, everyone knows by now that Brucie will unabashedly raise hell to defend his loved ones, so even years later, when media people are like “okay wait shouldn’t she be able to talk by now??” they keep their ignorant mouths shut lest Bruce Wayne descend upon them with the power of a thousand suns lawyers. Misinformed media-people assume she’s deaf or hard of hearing all the time because of her use of sign language, and sometimes, in the spirit of trolling, she’ll feed into it indirectly. Because if you’re calling over to her for a comment and she happens to not answer, it’s your fault if you “connect the dots” and assume she didn’t hear you because she’s deaf/HOH. This also leads to her getting away with absolutely everything, because she’s a (assumed) deaf woman which means she gets infantilized, meaning she can obviously do no wrong! /s It would piss her off more if she gave a fuck about what the media thinks, but she really doesn’t, so she just uses it as another tool when she wants to cause havoc.

Duke: doesn’t get bothered too often compared to most of the others, and subsequently doesn’t give a fuck. Was offered PR training just in case by Bruce and he took it, but he could hold his own just fine before. Sometimes he’ll get approached by those sidewalk interviewers as Signal, and if he has the time he’ll stick around to quickly answer a few questions because he finds them funny. He’s always terribly vague though, and taken out of context you just have no earthly idea what he’s on about. Clarification? Duke doesn’t know her. As someone who hangs out with a family consisting of some rich white people who are often in the public eye of other rich white people, he likes to make the annoying ones squirm by interpreting everything they say to be offensive, just. Fucking with them until they’re panicking, having mini heart attacks thinking of the PR nightmare they’re gonna have. “So young man, do you think you’ll go to college?” “Why do you ask? Think a black kid wouldn’t be able to?“ “I didn’t—” “Think I’m not as capable as anyone else?” “NO no no of COURSE NOT—” Damian, Cass, and Dick think it’s genius so they take inspiration from him and do it too in their own ways. Duke usually goes straight from Bat Business to the manor, entering from the batcave but when he does visit normally, he’s pretty discreet. All that to say that when he’s first noticed hanging around the batkids + co. it’s in public areas. There are definitely some rumors going around because Duke hangs out with them like all the time. the media are left wondering where the fuck another kid came from, why Bruce hadn’t introduced his new kid, etc. Bruce comes out with a vague summary story to get the majority of the press (the ones who didn’t bother to do more research) off dukes back, and after a while, they go back their normal level of invasive.

Stephanie: will get pissy if someone calls her Bruce’s child but won’t deny being part of the family. Loves to spread misinformation like Jason, but it’s only ever fake news about herself. At one point, half of Gotham is convinced she’s some estranged Wayne (some third cousin, or was it second?) and the other half thinks that she’s the secret affair child of Martha Wayne (even though the timeline zero sense). She drives the celeb-focused conspiracy theorists bonkers by introducing herself by different names, bringing up fake relatives, sharing absurd fake stories, etc. Then, she’ll throw in an absurd truth, someone will connect the dots about that one thing being real, and it’ll start another conspiracy frenzy because wait, if that’s true, what else is??? She's also mastered how to use makeup to make her features look different for undercover missions, but will wear it out in public too so it makes sneaky pictures and videos look doctored/fake. One time, she applied some fake facial prosthetics too for fun, and a paparazzo got into hot water for trying to pass off a picture of ‘some random woman’ as Stephanie Brown. She decided to frame the best of those articles written (framing “best-of” incidents is kind of a thing now). She’ll always be excited when one of the bats comes to her asking her to disguise them for a mission because they all know that the price of her work is that she gets free reign of what the disguise looks like (as free as you can be within the mission parameters, but she finds a LOT of little ways to entertain herself).

[londoneh]

He’s yapping

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[beans-core]

WWWAIT A MINUTE. this opens so many avenues.

Tonsils? Sure. Might have to get them taken out again.

But say Jason had his appendix removed for some reason or other, pre-death. And it regenerates. Oh no.

Maybe he got a chunk of flesh cut off somehow, either as Robin or when he was younger. A piece of ear, or something. The meat hath returned.

Piercings that used a hollow needle? Nope. All closed up because that little skin-circle that got taken out came right back.

Oh fun you got your wisdom teeth out? They’re in your mouth again. Gotta do that procedure again. If by this age the teeth would have been fully grown/out, theyve emerged now, mashing into the regular teeth, a searing drumbeat of sharp and dull toothache.

Had to get some metal put in ya? some pins, screws, a plate, or a bar? Now the bone is back where it used to be, pushing the metal out. oozingly slow because of the constant healing around it, the regrowth is putting constant pressure on it, pushing it through the skin and flesh bit by bit until plop! And the metal sinks to the bottom of the Pit like it was never there.

If all this stuff happened, maybe people who are put in the Lazarus Pit have to be operated on soon after they wake up. Maybe the surgeons try to do it while the they are unconscious… and maybe sometimes the subject wakes up too soon?

Jason: It’s your spleen! You lost an ORGAN Tim, you should have told us!

Tim: So? You don’t have your tonsils, that’s an organ!

Dick: That’s not the same and you kn-

Jason: Jokes on you, my tonsils grew back in the Lazarus Pit so your argument doesn’t even make sense!

Dick, now fully turned toward Jason: Your tonsils did WHAT

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LESBIANS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle”

[bluebeesknees]

To reduce my screen time, I have weaponised my overactive and entirely impractical levels of empathy for inanimate objects. Wym you’re picking it up again? While it was sleeping? You complete and utter monster, let it rest!!

And it works. It works like a CHARM. Silly problems require silly solutions!

[karatekamania]

me when someone complains about something that's been genuinely bothering me too but i just brushed it off because i was worried that i was just bitchy/callous/sensitive but now I feel Vindicated

edit: original post is back, given its blown up sm im also linking the vetted fundraisers from Palestinians who've reached out to me recently here, here, here, here, here, here and here! please read their stories, donate if you can, and share them around!

edit 2: terfs get the fuck off this post. guarantee that you're the ones that we're all complaining about behind your backs. im trans and I fucking love my trans siblings of all stripes with all of my heart, way more than your pathetic arses could ever hate them

[beans-core]

Pardon my yap

But omg YESSS. Mortal Moms of the Prophecy Seven: Support Group. Impromptu therapy* sessions are encouraged and welcomed! *(disclaimer: no legit therapy-ing offered, just sympathies and advice.) AA confidentiality rules apply— “what you see here, what you hear here, when you leave here, let it stay here.” Rulebreaking is not tolerated, under threat of Godly Wrath (read: aphrodite). When shit-talking any gods, please refer to the nickname sheet. Use the fake name provided so others can still understand you while also making sure the god in question doesn’t hear and smite you.

Annabeth’s stepmom, Mrs Chase, is always invited, but she only has the time to show up every now and then, usually on weekends. The club helps her when she needs time to decompress without being alone, rant about her kids (all of them) to people who understand, and be reminded that her life isn’t as dull and monotonous as it feels sometimes— talking about how their children are demigods whose lives are based in Greek mythology helps with the last one.

Sometimes, because her only visitor is Hermes, the club will make a field trip to May Castellan’s house. One person talks to her to keep her busy while the others clean up the house and cook her a hearty meal. She doesn’t often mistake them for Luke because they’re adult women, but when it happens, they play along. She’s an honorary member whether she knows it or not.

It’s mostly just gossip and wine-time. An hour or two to unwind with no distractions or responsibilities, just chill. There’s a splash of book club too, added by (and for) Sally where they read awful books, dissect what makes them shitty, and point and laugh. Eventually, they all end up contributing an activity. For Esperanza, they have nights where she teaches useful basic machinery lessons and the occasional getting drunk and trying to build Ikea furniture without instructions. Mrs Chase is a good cook, but also freakishly good at baking, so sometimes they all work together to bake excessively fancy dishes/desserts and eat it all with drinks. they accidentally get really into making sourdough and now have what is the equivalent of a class pet jar of sourdough starter (they named it Rye-an).

Aphrodite attends once to check it out after hearing about it while snooping on her OTP: Percy mentions it in passing to Annabeth when she asks how Sally’s been doing. Aphrodite pops in with a flourish, they decide that despite not being a mortal, she can be a member if she wishes. She stays the whole time, and even though it’s tense and stilted in her presence, she loves it. So at the end of the meeting, she announces that instead of an honorary member, she’d rather be their patron god; she’s willing to sponsor and bless the gathering in the name of Aphrodite and Girls Supporting Girls if they make a small shrine to do a food offering every time they meet up. The club agrees (sweatdropping because what are they supposed to do, deny a god?), and that’s that. (During baking days, Aphrodite’s offering is part of what they made.) Aphrodite also says she’ll keep the club's existence lowkey— from Athena as well because that’d be “just so awkward, not to mention I already called dibs”. Her sponsorship/protection doubles as her being the executor of Ominous And Unescapable Consequences for anyone who airs out business told in club confidence. Gossip is great, but not when you backstab your girlies for it.

I think we deserve an alternative book where Esperanza is alive. Then she and Sally could start a club for mothers of Greek demigods + extra demigods they adopted

[angel-fruitcake]

[beans-core]

Show me a Harry Potter who craves knowledge so deeply it destroys his world around him.

Show me the boy who didn’t know his middle name until he was in school (and probably didn’t know for longer that it was his fathers name), who didn’t know anything about his parents that wasn’t insults or lies. Who was told his parents died in a car crash and that he got the deep scar on his forehead from it too, which were both lies, for more than half his life. Who was lied to about his magical heritage, who didn’t know that there were others like him, that he wasn’t the freak they said he was. Who was never told what he needed to be told until it was too late, and everything had been flipped on its head again.

Show me a Harry Potter who needs to know. He needs it. Craves it. Cant reign in his temper when he’s out of his depth. He tries so hard to know it all, all this stuff he’d never been told but he has to learn to keep everyone safe. Who can barely keep it all straight, sometimes— a new world with new rules and new objects and words, ideas, solutions, standards, new everything to learn— who never ever lets himself forget it when he messes up despite having all the data. Who tries desperately to pretend sometimes that nothing is wrong because ignorance is bliss, tries to live normally for just a little while, but it always crumbles apart.

Show me a Harry Potter who’s considered for Slytherin not because of some Voldemort-related bullshit, but because he’s willing to do things others wouldn’t to get the information he needs. Because he’d do dangerous, immoral things to not be the one left out.

Someone who’d be inconsolably seething for hours after finding out that people weren’t telling him about the murderer in the papers on purpose because apparently, he was Harry’s godfather. Who’d hate Snape’s guts not just for everything else he’d done, but because he’d never heard one truthful word out of that bastard's mouth— and if there was anything genuine, it was impossible to decipher it from the spy crap. Who hated Umbridge’s censorship with a burning wrath he’d had for very few people, one of them being the man who quite literally killed his parents and made an attempt on Harry’s own life. Who would want to curse and scream and tear his hair out at Dumbledore’s airy vagueness, but could never bring himself to stay away when it seemed he was the only one who told Harry anything. The only adult who saw Harry’s pleas to help him understand all these new scary things happening to him and the world around him, and answered. Harry, who would fly into a long and tumultuous rage after finding out Dumbledore had still been fucking lying. After all this blood, and death, and tears, and time, and trust. The man had been keeping such a devastating secret, and been molding Harry to walk down its doomed path. who has to be held back by his friends from yelling and casting spells at Dumbledore's portrait after the war. Harry, devastated that all those memories Snape had of being Lily’s childhood friend are now lost forever because Snape decided that holding a grudge included not sharing any of it. Snape most likely knew Harry’s grandparents, knew Lily's childhood home, knew what Petunia was like as a kid before knowing about magic, knew so damn much that really only someone who knew you through your childhood could know— and he took practically all of it to the grave.

Harry Potter who is 43 unique flavors of paranoid after the war. He wards his house and his loved ones’ houses to hell and back, checking up on them consistently and visiting to recheck the warding every few months like clockwork. Making small routines within his larger schedule that he follows to the tee whenever possible to soothe his racing thoughts. Who has to be bullied into going to see a mind healer because Harry sharing his secrets has never gone well before, and he’s more famous than ever, and what if the doctor is a planted spy, how would he know, how could a paper saying their qualified be enough? (It’s negotiated that he has to go at least once a month, and Harry makes his mind healer take a magically binding oath.) His friends do their best to update him frequently about their schedules and plans, about new developments at work, about anything and everything. because if anyones noticed that knowing makes Harry feel more at ease, that it’s how he copes, it’s Ron and Hermione.

[orphetoon]

the sweet and humble sudoku: here’s some numbers to get you started :) please enjoy my puzzle <3

the nefarious minesweeper: why don’t you just Guess. fucking Guess.

[beans-core]

ohhh there’s so many ways someone could interpret this too!!!

here’s some of mine

they’ve become indistinguishable to monsters because:

they survived Tartarus, a place/person even gods fear, a place only monsters can survive. They trekked through Tartarus, fought off enemies even while being forced to live with them. They faced two primordial gods, Tartarus and Nyx, and really, no demigod lives after that. If they endured Tartarus, they must be monsters— or something worse.

they’re now intertwined with Tartarus itself. Drinking from the phlegethon fire-river, eating the Damasen’s homegrown drakon meat hell-stew, breathing in acrid air that burns their lungs, sleeping on sharp glass-like rock amongst horrors… walking alongside friend and foe, each of them monstrous. They are so similar to Tartarus and all of its aspects that, if anything, they’re like home to the monsters.

they’re now permanently entrenched in the smell of Tartarus from how long they were down there. Just like how smelly Gabe unintentionally hid Percy from monsters, Tartarus now does the same. Even non-monster beings can smell it on them. the Pegasi don’t let them hitch a ride anymore, besides Blackjack and a few others who tolerate it. The hippocampi get antsy when they approach. The harpies have to be told not to kill the monster-smelling demigods that are at camp. (Mrs O’Leary thinks that Annabeth and Percy are her siblings.) The two of them smell of death and monster and danger, so beings that can sense it usually stay away.

It takes them a while to notice, but after Tartarus, Percy and Annabeth realize that they're being attacked far less than they used to. Annabeth reasons that their journey has proven their strength and that monsters now avoid them out of fear. Percy thinks that the monsters see no difference between themselves and him now…he wonders if they’re right.

[toxetta]

me checking this dumb stupid idiot app everyday like there's a daily login bonus

[taxideermied]

I hate 2 say it but being a part of a “weird” subculture does not meaningfully inoculate you against a conservative moralizing impulse. You gotta unlearn that. Saying “cringe is dead” is not enough, you have to actually be okay with things that discomfort, perplex and/or disgust you.

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

assuming that people like you and want to spend time with you is crucial to making friends. unfortunately this is the hardest thing to do in the world

[beans-core]

she’s always going around doin QUEEN SHIT! criminally under-appreciated and underestimated by other characters (and fans), but that never stops her!!

I bet that the wizarding world gossips think that “The Chosen One” is way out of Ginny’s league… but people who know Ginny Weasley know that, actually, she’s out of Harry’s league.

Harry’s awesome and all, but he was a Mess (He tried, obviously, and everyone stumbles around with their first relationship. Not to mention the whole trying-not-to-die thing) She could have gone off and ruled the world instead of waiting if she wanted to and I feel like Harry knows that. That ball of half-suppressed insecurity probably thinks all the time about how lucky he got.

So YES. Ginny, in canon you deserve everything and more. Disrespecting her and her character’s contribution to the HP books is honestly batshit crazy.

ginny weasley did not

defend harry against malfoy in flourish and blots when he was picking on him (it’s the first time she ever speaks in front of him)

carry around a horcrux for the better half of a year and realise that something was wrong and try to dispose of it at age 11

get possessed, manipulated and controlled by one of the darkest wizards of all time and live to tell the tale

get forced to write her own farewell note on the wall in blood and walk to her own death

go on as normally as possible afterwards despite the trauma of her first year, because she didn’t want to be a nuisance

make harry a get well soon card after he fell off his broom because of the dementors in third year

tell harry and ron off when making fun of neville for not being able to get a yule ball date

refuse harry as a yule ball date despite having harboured a crush on him for years because she didn’t want to hurt neville

see harry was floundering after hermione & ron left him to do prefect duties and immediately take charge and invite him to come with her

defend luna against bullies, and encourage neville to believe in himself and know his self worth

decide to quit pining for harry because it was a waste of time, instead dating other boys and becoming a solid friend to him

join dumbledore’s army without a second thought, coining the name and even encouraging more ravenclaws to join

call harry out when he was in a downward spiral about being possessed, explained her own experience and remained gracious despite him forgetting her biggest trauma

fill in for harry as seeker in the quidditch team and help them win the quidditch cup that year

reassure harry that he will play quidditch again, when he was feeling low about umbridge’s life long ban

encourage harry to talk to cho if that’s what he’s upset about (putting her own complicated feelings for him aside)

get harry to admit what was actually upsetting him and helping him find a solution

immediately agree to help harry by standing guard outside umbridge’s office despite not knowing any details

call harry out whenever he was being snarky / impatient with her and not take any of his shit

disarm malfoy & the others and escape from umbridge’s office to rush to harry and hermione’s aid

refuse to stay behind at hogwarts stating that she cared for sirius too and wanted to help

go with the others to the DoM in an attempt to save sirius, risking her life and breaking her ankle in the process

refuse to tolerate her brother’s new girlfriend who was being snobbish about her family’s home and lifestyle (but then go on to love and respect her, as they mature)

get invited to join the slug club because of her skill with hexes and not nepotism (the only one who wasn’t invited for that reason)

tell off zabini for laughing at harry about what went down at the DoM

call ron the fuck out when he was borderline slut-shaming her

crash into the commentator’s podium to shut zacharias smith up from talking smack about the gryffindor team

immediately try to intervene when she thought harry was in danger of being possessed by the hbp potions book

tell off dean and seamus for laughing when harry got seriously hurt in quidditch

come to harry’s defence after he attacked malfoy (bc he had to defend himself against an unforgivable curse) and stand up to (one of her) closest friend(s) to do so

step up to play seeker in harry’s place (again) in the quidditch final and winning the cup in his absence (!!!!)

make harry feel “the happiest he had ever been” when they finally got together

make my boy LAUGH 24/7 and bring him (and many others) so much JOY

support harry after dumbledore’s death, knowing when to give him comfort and also space

show unwavering love and loyalty to harry when he was trying to break up with her, claiming she didn’t care about the danger

also ultimately not fight his decision, understanding his need to stop voldemort once and for all, despite her being completely heartbroken

respect harry’s wishes to stay broken up, but still give him the most INSANE kiss ever as a birthday present (and something for him to fight for!!)

return to hogwarts under the rule of deatheaters, despite the target on her back as a blood traitor (also as brother of ron AND ex girlfriend of harry)

take the place of younger students and try to protect them from being tortured by the carrows

start up dumbledore’s army again with neville and rebel against the system, to reek as much havoc as possible at hogwarts

try to steal the sword of gryffindor from snape’s office because they wanted to help the cause as much as possible despite understanding why they needed it and ultimately being punished for it

refuse to stay put in the room of requirement when her family were out risking their lives during the battle and given the chance, immediately joined the fray

comfort an injured younger student at the battle, and stay strong for them, despite having just found out her brother had been killed

duel with bellatrix in the battle and almost lose her life doing it

go through so much and have her trauma be overlooked and forgotten by so many

go on to play QUIDDITCH PROFESSIONALLY in the team she DREAMED of playing for

and then going back to a career in writing (sports correspondent) despite her traumatic experience with the diary

marry the love of her life and have three beautiful children and get the happy ending that she deserves after EVERYTHING????

all for you guys to shit on her the way you do. put some goddamn RESPECT on MISS GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY’S name. she’s NOT a mary sue, she’s NOT a bully, and she’s NOT boring. she’s an ICON.