Dream Tiger

Sleeeeeeeeppppppppp

i need you all to understand how absolutely fucking monumental beating someone by SEVENTEEN seconds in a swim race is. normally, in olympic swimming, all the swimmers finish within the same few seconds. notice how in the event replay, all the other swimmers are roughly in a line during the race… (admittedly, swimmers tend to finish further apart from each other in longer distance races, but not by that much.) people spend months, years of their lives doing brutal training just trying to one-up other swimmers by a single second, because that can mean a win. every hundredth of a second matters.

and then. imagine being ledecky and finishing your olympic race, sitting and waiting on second place to arrive for seventeen entire seconds.

when I was a little kid at some point I got upset with my parents because I didn't have a crucifix in my bedroom and they did- I was like why do YOU get to be safe from vampires??? you're okay with me getting my blood sucked???? so we took a little trip to the catholic store but the one closest to us was run by a group of nuns that had been moved here from romania. I got a little baby pink cross and this sweet old nun was like 'aww, is this a baptism gift?' and I was like no. I need to be protected from vampires. and she immediately got SO serious and was like 'this is the best one we've got, you'll definitely be safe' and since she was literally from vampire land I was convinced she was like, van helsing. like the whole time my parents had been laughing about how cute my fear was but she literally Knew dracula and was taking my concerns seriously I held this over my parents for so long lmfao

currently obsessed with british murder mystery tv shows where all the murders happen in the same town in every episode and everyone's just like oh yep there goes another one, just another day in shirefordtonstead

One of the most insidious messages we receive as aromantic people is the idea there is nothing to be gained from a platonic relationship that one can’t get from a romantic relationship. The media we consume every day tells us that what we have to offer would be somehow better if it were given in a romantic, rather than platonic context. It tells us things like emotional support, laughter, care, and love are more valuable within the confines of a romantic relationship.

This can leave an aromantic person feeling as if they have nothing unique or valuable to offer, and the things they could provide to the people they care about would be better had from a romantic partner. That they themselves are superfluous and unnecessary.

These are lies. You are beautiful, and valuable, and you have more to offer than you will ever know. You may never see it yourself, but every person who chooses to have you in their life sees something in you that is worthwhile. There is something they receive from you they don’t get from anyone else, and it’s likely something different for every person who knows you.

You are special. You deserve to be loved. You deserve to feel like you’re enough, because you are.

You are.

Thinking about non binary robots

I want to see a fic wherein Harry’s animagus form is a basilisk. No, not that basilisk. I mean this thing:

Basiliscus basiliscus, the common basilisk. Also known as the Jesus Christ lizard for its ability to run across water. 

I mean, think about it. It’s essentially just a normal, mostly overlooked animal, except for this one quality that causes it to be named a “saviour”. The irony would be delicious.

Also, imagine if/when Harry has to talk about it in public:

“My animagus form is a basilisk –” Screams, accusations, and shouted questions drowned out whatever Harry might have said next. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, resigned to the uproar. 

Hermione waved her wand and cast calming and silencing charms. Ron rolled his eyes and just let off several loud firecrackers. Slowly, the panic subsided and the hall was quiet once more.

“Thank you,” Harry said dryly to his friends. He turned back to the audience. “My animagus form is a basilisk,” he repeated. “No, not the gigantic snake with the deadly and/or petrifying eyes and potent venom that I stabbed in my second year. It’s a lizard. A tiny lizard with a long tail that lives in the rainforest and can run really fast …”

[a few hours later]

“Honestly,” Hermione sighed. “You’d think they’d remember that animagus forms can’t be magical creatures.”

“Yeah, but he’s Harry Potter,” Ron put in, grinning. “Even if they knew that beforehand, they’ll make an exception for the Chosen One.”

Harry groaned and dropped his head on the table. “I hate you both.”