I Bought A Property On Emberlift Alley And What They Do For You Is They Give You The Property

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SO I’ve been rewatching the HP series lately and this happened! lmao

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"Huh, we got the same fortune again?"

no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.

I'm doing this for their own good.

and i just don't understand how you would think that human rights are something that you have to earn to keep. it's called "rights" for a reason, and that reason being every human being is to be treated like a fucking human being by other fucking human beings. that is the singular idea that bonds us as communities, that nurtures compassion, that discourages discrimination, that drives society forward. the idea that we as a collective thrives when we RESPECT each other's rights.

i never said that you shouldn't lose any of your rights if you commit crimes. if you can find a single sentence i said in this pointless conversation with you that even entertains that idea, shoot it my way and reep a fucking reward. idk what you want me to explain about a point i never made.

the point i did make is, however, that even though a person who got caught driving under the influence certainly do not deserve the same treatment as a zealot murderer, they are still clumped together under the umbrella of criminality. and criminality is a fragile concept. it can be redefined. it can be manipulative. it can be a tool of oppression.

and when your core argument is "if you do crimes then you don't deserve rights", how do you differentiate between those who you deem deserving of that treatment, and those who got fucked over by the system so bad that they turned to crimes or get turned into criminals not out of their own volition? you certainly never bothered to make that distinction in your original post, so why did you expect us to treat that statement with care and nuance, when you did not make an effort to aspire to that same level of care and nuance? what reaction did you think people would give you, if you made a grossly indiscriminate statement about how criminals do not deserve human rights and then preemptively called everyone who disagree with you weirdos and dumbasses?

in my original responses to you when i tried to point out there is more complicated mechanisms at play, you got defensive and started calling me names, without even trying to engage in the arguments i made. and now that you finally bothered to add a thin layer of nuance, you're patting yourself on the back for using big words without even pointing out which "false equivalences" and "asinine assumptions" you think i or the people in the reblogs actually commited.

go on, name one and let's have a discussion. tell me, which two subjects that i have falsely drawn equivalence between that you feel the need to call me out on it.

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It is WILD that you say “selling drugs and engaging in gang turf war does not make you not a citizen” as if that changes the fact that they’re still CRIMES.

I mean, if your logic is that Zaun is technically part of Piltover and thus falls under Piltover’s jurisdiction… committing a CRIME under their jurisdiction means you can suffer consequences from your actions. No? It doesn’t MATTER if you’re a citizen or not. Being a citizen doesn’t give you free rein to do whatever you want! You have to obey laws!

If I’m a citizen of a city in America, and I do a crime, the police of that city are allowed to take away my rights as a citizen. That’s what being a citizen in a functional society MEANS!

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU WEIRD ASS MOTHER FUCKERS????

my warm spring 🌱

❤ ❤ ❤ When anyone asks who the romantic in the relationship is, Draco always sneers and easily responds, “Potter. He’s a great sap.” Harry never objects, just smiles slowly and continues on with whatever it is he’s doing. He ought to protest, but this is a secret he keeps to himself. One day Harry comes home from work and all the pictures he’s been meaning to frame are placed along the mantle of the fire place and along the halls. A few even make a guest appearance in the bedroom. Draco doesn’t say anything and he pretends that he hasn’t done anything at all. Harry smiles and kisses him and says thank you. Draco looks gratified but he never says, ‘You’re welcome’. When gold and red flowers mysteriously appear around the flat, he gives Draco a quizzical look. Draco sniffs and goes back to his book as though nothing strange has occurred. When Harry touches the petals of one of the delicate things, Draco simply says, “Your flat is boring. And ugly.” They leave it at that but Harry grins. After Harry spends the entire day up to his knees in a foul smelling bog, he tells Ron he can’t wait to go home, have a shot of whisky and pass out for the entire weekend. Instead he comes home to two wine glasses and a bottle uncorked, and he decides the wine is much better than the whisky, and the company much better than sleep. When he asks, Draco tells him how he’s been meaning to try this vintage for months. He only brought it out because he was thirsty. Harry has always suspected that his boyfriend is a closet romantic, but it’s confirmed when he falls into a bed full of rose petals. Draco definitely blushes but puts on an air of indifference, as though he didn’t deliberately spread the petals himself. “I thought it would make the room smell better. I know laundering is a foreign concept to you, but your Quidditch clothes are foul,” he says as he shuts the door and Harry kisses him. Neither of them notice the smell of the petals at all. At Christmas they put up decorations together and Draco teases Harry mercilessly for his popcorn garland. He’s drunk on spiked eggnog and keeps stealing Harry’s popcorn before he has a chance to thread it. When he pulls Harry underneath the mistletoe that he’s secretly hung, his face is flushed and he’s smiling like Harry hasn’t ever seen him done before. After they pull away from each other for a breath, Draco says ‘I love you’ in a great rush, as though if he doesn’t say the words fast enough he’ll lose them. Of course Harry kisses him again, before he can ruin the moment. So when people ask who the romantic is, Harry just smiles slowly and keeps quiet. He let’s Draco believe whatever he wants, because he’s a bit afraid if he points it out that Draco will get embarrassed and stop. It’s his own secret that his boyfriend is the biggest romantic he’s ever met, and he likes it that way. So yeah, maybe Harry is a great sap. ❤ ❤ ❤

Domestic bliss

Harry's voicemail

“Hi this is Harry Potter, sorry i couldn’t pick up your call

If you’re hermione please limit your message to at the most 4 minutes. I’m a busy man ‘mione, really.

If you’re ron, yeah hi to you too i’ll be at yours on tuesday night for drinks don’t worry i haven’t forgotten.

If you’re neville, er, congrats on whatever new plant you just got.

If you’re luna, yes i’ve renewed my Quibbler subscription, tell your dad i said hello.

If you’re ginny, congrats on that match you won and have come to call and scream to me about.

If you’re draco, i’ll be home soon, don’t leave the stove on, finish the laundry if you haven’t already, yes i’m okay, yes i miss you too, yes i know you want my ‘bloody arse’ home. I love you too.

And i’ll get back to you as soon as possible!”

my English prof teaching abt cover letters today and me trying not to bring up the luke skywalker cover letter post:

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