Life lessons different Harry Potter characters have taught me:
Harry James Potter taught me to always look for the best in people and to try to be forgiving and kind to others.
He taught me to show empathy to others and that hard work pays off.
Severus Snape taught me that it doesn‘t matter what you look like on the outside. What matters is your character. He taught me that loyalty is one of the greatest values and that true love is everlasting.
He taught me to be confident in myself and my abilities and to be ambitious in all i do.
He taught me the meaning of resiliance, bravery and sacrifice.
Albus Dumbledore taught me that you should always remember to turn on a light even in the darkest of times.
He and Lily Potter taught me that love is the strongest and most powerful feeling in the world.
It‘s the most powerful form of magic.
Luna Lovegood and Nymphadora Tonks taught me to always be myself, even when others shun me for it. There is no shame in being who you are. Don‘t let others dim your light;)
Remus Lupin taught me to be patient and to try to give my knowledge to the next generation. He taught me that my illness doesn‘t define me.
Hermione Granger taught me the importance of knowledge in life or death situations- and to always be eager to learn and aquire new skills.
Ron Weasly taught me that a true friend is oftentimes hard to find but never replacable.
He taught me the value of friendship.
Minerva McGonnagal taught me that‘s important to be organized and disciplined in all i do. She taught me the importance of taking responsibility for my own actions.
Neville Longbottom taught me that i can decide on the direction my life takes and how important it is to stand up for myself. Neville taught me that even those of us who started small can become a great human being. He taught me the meaning of true bravery.
Rubeus Hagrid taught me that all life is valuable. And therefore you should always try to be kind to every living creature. No matter how small or insignificant they seem.
Hedwig taught me that friendship can take many forms and she and Dobby taught me that the smallest beings can be the most loyal.
Fred and George Weasly taught me to believe in my dreams and always try to put a smile on other peoples faces. They taught me the importance of humour in my life.
Ginny Weasly taught me that there is no shame in being a woman.
True strength comes from the inside.
And the fire inside you can never be extinguished.
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Albus values love more than anything because he knows what it can do and how powerful it is. He doesn't think about all the bad stuff, how it broke him. He remembers how it saved him. The happiness it gave him back in 1899. That's why he still believes in love. He chooses to see the positives and he wants others to experience them too. For Albus, not being able to feel that kind of happiness is the worst thing than can happen to someone.
"Do not pity the dead, Harry, pity the living. And above all, those who live without love."
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So if you follow me (and aren't just stopping by because you saw one of my funney viralposts), you probably know that I've been writing a bunch of fanfiction for Stranger Things, which is set in rural Indiana in the early- to mid-eighties. I've been working on an AU where (among other things) Robin, a character confirmed queer in canon, gets integrated into a friend group made up of a number of main characters. And I got a comment that has been following me around in the back of my mind for a while. Amidst fairly usual talk about the show and the AU and what happens next, the commenter asked, apparently in genuine confusion, "why wouldn't Robin just come out to the rest of the group yet? They would be okay with it."
I did kind of assume, for a second or two, that this was a classic case of somebody confusing what the character knows with what the author/audience knows. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like it embodies a real generational shift in thinking that I hadn't even managed to fully comprehend until this comment threw it into sharp perspective.
Because, my knee-jerk reaction was to reply to the comment, "She hasn't come out to these people she's only sort-of known for less than a year because it's rural Indiana. In the nineteen-eighties." and let that speak for itself. Because for me and my peers, that would speak for itself. That would be an easy and obvious leap of logic. Because I grew up in a world where you assumed, until proven otherwise, that the general society and everyone around you was homophobic. That it was unsafe to be known to be queer, and to deliberately out yourself required intention and forethought and courage, because you would get negative reactions and you had to be prepared for the fallout. Not from everybody! There were always exceptions! But they were exceptions. And this wasn't something you consciously decided, it wasn't an individual choice, it wasn't an individual response to trauma, it wasn't individual. It was everybody. It was baked in, and you didn't question it because it was so inherently, demonstrably obvious. It was Just The Way The World Is. Everybody can safely be assumed to be homophobic until proven otherwise.
And what this comment really clarified for me, but I've seen in a million tiny clashing assumptions and disconnects and confusions I've run into with The Kids These Days, is that a lot of them have grown up into a world that is...the opposite. There are a lot of queer kids out there who are assuming, by default, that everybody is not homophobic, until proven otherwise. And by and large, the world is not punishing them harshly for making that assumption, the way it once would have.
The whole entire world I knew changed, somehow, very slowly and then all at once. And yes, it does make me feel like a complete space alien just arrived to Earth some days. But also, it makes me feel very hopeful. This is what we wanted for ourselves when we were young and raw and angrily shoving ourselves in everyone's faces to dare them to prove themselves the exception, and this is what I want for The Kids These Days.
(But also please, please, Kids These Days, do try to remember that it has only been this way since extremely recently, and no it is not crazy or pathetic or irrational or whatever to still want to protect yourself and be choosy about who you share important parts of yourself with.)
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The house of Nightingale & Constantine ( P. 3 )
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.・゜-: ✧ :-
"Why are you avoiding me." Green eyes, sharp and unflinching, locked on Danny.
Startled, he turns to the younger boy, Damian? Bruce's only blood kid, he reminds himself.
"I'm not avoiding you." He denies, shaking his head, eyes trailing off.
But Damian knows, he learned and memorised the movements, signs, and behaviour of human kind.
"Do not lie to me, Nightingale."
The use of the name triggers something, and both Damian and Danny jump back, startled and cautious.
"What's the meaning of this!" The boy demanded, snatching his sword from the hilt.
The other raised his hands, pleading. "Look Damian– put the sword down and let me explain, please?"
They stood in tense silence, the sword pushed down reluctant and swiftly tugged back in.
"Explain."
Danny sighs in relief.
"You're more than aware of your parentage, yes?"
A nod, if not slightly confused. "Wayne?"
"No, al Ghul."
He keeps his facial expression and body language closed, obviously trained, and tilts his head to the Ghost. Listening, assessing.
Danny swallows as the air takes on sparks, dangerously close to one another.
If only Dick was in the mansion, maybe he'd cut the air with a knife followed by laughter and help him escape.
"The al Ghul line is in a delicate balance that can be toppled any time," he explains. "it's an old house, new compared to the houses of ancient, but powerful."
"You're saying," Damian drawls, carefully placing the words to form the sentence. "that the line of Al Ghul is... magic." He is studying the older, eyes narrowed and focused.
He knew such accusation would be called ridiculous by the younger. It would definitely earn him a few attempted kills.
"Not all dark houses are magic, just magic adjusted. The reason al Ghul is where it is today is that the founder, your grandfather, is still alive."
"You're aware such claims would have your head."
A wince.
"Fine." Damian scoffs. "We will go back to that after, tell me of the name triggering then."
"Names have power, but family names are more powerful, especially those of dark houses. If another dark house calls—"
"It registers as a warning and summoning." He finished, unfazed at the owlish blinks received.
"You were taught."
"I was, you're right, the al Ghuls are not magic. I haven't taken it seriously back then, I now see the error of my actions." The boy simply states, arms crossed.
"Calling another house of dark by name and immediately pulling a weapon is a declaration of challenge." Dannt adds after a moment of quiet. "I would rather not fight and make an enemy here."
"Not an enemy, but neither an ally?" Is quickly thrown back.
The Nightingale shrugs. "I'm not fond of your grandfather," he admits. "but it's known that every generation changes the house, I would not mind being the ally of the al Ghuls, if it meant you did the contract."
"Being an ally to my name only and to the al Ghul if asked." Green eyes, borderline neon, it reminds Danny of the zone. "Bold."
A grin cracks through, and Danny gestures to the door. "We can discuss the terms during snack time, if you wish, al Ghul."
A spark and Damian scowls harder. "Stop that." He says. "Let's do so, Father would be quite pleased knowing I've made more allies."
As he stomps to out, Danny follows with a jump in his steps, very pleased.
Nightingale 1, Constantine 0!
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