I fucking hate J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter was deeply integrated into my childhood. I grew up with that shit. I wanted to get a wand so badly and fly on hypogriffs. Then she turned around and decided to be a fucking terf. It made me so angry. I cried. I ugly cried. I still love Harry Potter but I refuse to interact with her content anymore. Most I'll ever do is read a HP book at the library. I'm nervous to watch the HP movies on HBO Max bc idk if me watching them on there still gives her money. So I just don't risk it and avoid it all together. I made a post a few days back saying that I'm tempted to rewrite the HP series but yk what? Fuck that. Fuck that shit. No. I'll make my OWN books. They'll be inspired by the HP lore but they'll also be so fucking different. And it's gonna be the most inclusive shit ever. This school of magick is gonna be POC, LGBTQ+, and women run. We'll have healthy representation of illnesses such as autism, plurality, BPD, and others. We'll have African Americans, Asians, Indigenous folk, and all the other beautiful skin tones and ethnicities. We'll have all body types. We'll have characters with vitiligo and scars and strechmarks. We'll have gay love and straight love and polyamorous love and queerplatonic love and no love all at once. We'll touch on subjects such as black lives matter and stop Asian hate. We'll talk about decolonization and respecting closed practices. We're gonna show equality and respect and love. And we're gonna do this bc fuck J.K. Rowling and fuck her for destroying mine and so many others childhoods. Fuck. That. Fucking. Bitch. I will ALWAYS love Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood and everybody else. But fuck her. She doesn't DESERVE my fucking love anymore. So I'll make my own fucking books and they'll be fucking better than hers ever will be and ever have been.

vi x fem! black reader💗

summary: you and your girlfriend vi go on a date to the last drop having a good time until someone interrupted.

warning: swearing, white racist people

note: i’m black btw and this is more first post on tumblr don’t make fun of me plz

the last drop was filled with drunk men and woman, who tried to get those drunk men attention. while you and your girlfriend vi would talk about vi’s time in prison. only because you were curious. you haven’t seen each other in the longest time.

you were wearing a silky dress, that shows off your pretty shape. vi couldn’t keep her blue eyes off of you. the way you rested your elbows, on the counter and when your back slightly arched sitting down on the bar stool. you would look around the area, then turning your head towards the pink haired girl and smile slightly leaning your head on your shoulder. vi always thought you were beautiful. your skin was soft and she loved how it shines in the light and your curly hair was soft. that’s what caught one of the lady’s attention.

“hey can i touch your hair?” a female voice called out. vi looked over your head to find a some what drunk girl waving her hand in the air reaching to touch your hair.

“sorry no you can’t” you said

“why not?” she asked

“because it’s my hair i don’t want you to touch it?” you said in a casual voice

you turn your head back to vi slightly rolling your eyes. you hear the girl get up from the seat mumbling something but you chose to ignore it. vi’s eyes focused on the girl trying to figure out what that girl said.

“hey she’s just a random drunk girl- ah!” you yelled out feeling a sharp pain on your scalp almost making you fall off the bar stool. that same drunk girl pulled your hair!

“hey!” violet jumps up from the stool angry. you turn your head to the girl. her and her drunk goons were laughing and giggling at your reaction. vi starts to form her hand into a fist raising it high but you stop her pushing her chest making her walk backwards. though you wanted to punch that girl badly you also didn’t want to start a huge fight.

“what the fuck?!” she shouts. you grab violets wrist dragging her towards the exit of the last drop. vi gives in pointing her middle finger at the girl.

“ya! go back to building the underground rail roads ‘n word with the e r’”

that’s when she crossed the line. vi scrunched up her face in anger, snatching her wrist out of your hand, stomping towards the girls, and giving her the biggest punch she’s probably ever given. you were kinda proud of her protectiveness only because it shows that she truly loves you and will protect you.

and plus she deserved it. but you didn’t want your night to be ruined by some random asshole. you were taught growing to just walk away from a situation like this.

vi stomps back to you walking past you then soon leaving the last drop. you follow behind her.

“vi wait!” you call out to her. you turn an ally way and find her punching the life out of a beaten up mattress making dust particles come out of it.

“vi?” you call her name carefully

she pause for a second, then turning her attention to you “i appreciate you standing up for me” you say reaching for her hand holding it in your own meeting eyes with her. “ya if your mad that i lost control then i’m sorry” she says looking down.

you bring your hand to her cheek. “i’m not mad” you say.

she smiles into your hand bringing it to her lips kissing it.

“you know i always thought your skin is the prettiest color i’ve ever seen” she says smiling.

your face felt warm. nobody has ever complemented your skin before. it was mostly about big ass and big boobs or something. you liked how she’s showing that she actually care about you.

you couldn’t help but smile at her words and give her a small kiss. Being with her made you feel like you were home after a long day at work. she was home.

lmao i just couldn’t help but think about vi dating a black girl honestly the best couple.

Fitness😁

“The police don’t target black people,” says the white person.

“LGBTQ+ people have plenty of protection,” says the straight, cisgender person.

“Women don’t feel harassed at work,” says the man. 

“Poor people don’t need more government help,” says the rich person. 

“Immigrants feel welcome here,” says the natural-born citizen. 

Please stop invalidating the concerns of people who have problems that you’re not experiencing. Instead, listen to them, and learn what you can do to help. 

Image text: “The Thin Bread Crust. Pizza delivery is twice as dangerous as being a cop, salute the real troops”

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