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kingwsly · 5 years

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‘ then again, he’s a jock and they’re slow learners. ’

MEME. ( to all the boys i loved before meme ) @thebrightestwltch

internally, ron was definitely laughing at the bluntness. there wasn’t a single part of him that actually liked krum. hermione deserved way better. besides, he didn’t quite understand what she saw in him. over the past few years since her eighteenth birthday, ron had convinced himself there was a reason they weren’t romantically compatible - or, at least why hermione didn’t like him like that. he wasn’t smart. intelligent conversation didn’t come easy to him and while he was sure she found it endearing correcting him or teaching him, a lifetime of that in a romantic sense? it was more of an obligation than a calm relationship, wasn’t it? so krum, of all people, ron just didn’t understand. while ron knew he wasn’t academically gifted, he wasn’t clueless to the world. but krum seemed to have headered a few too many balls a few too many times. and hermione was aware of it. it wasn’t even like she was blinded by love - that idea just about turned ron’s stomach. hermione was very much out of krum’s league. she was out of his own league, even. so it just made no sense.

while most would put his dislike down to some form of jealousy, ron was sure it wasn’t. in the beginning, seeing hermione dancing at their school leaver prom, it had been jealousy. but there was also some understanding there after she’d conveniently forgotten quite possibly the best kiss of his young life - and consequently, even still to this day. he’d moved on. he’d found lavender, he’d fallen for her, gotten his heart broken by her and now he was in limbo with his latest relationship. at first it had made him happy, but then.. it wasn’t quite the same anymore and he felt a little lost. and that in itself continued to leave ron confused. while he was sure hermione craved that family dynamic, having natalia’s dad around and being some picture perfect family, he wasn’t stupid. he’d known hermione since they were little kids and he knew when she wasn’t happy to her core. for months he’d watched that telltale crease between her brow, even visible from facetime calls, and longed to ask her how she really was doing. but then things kept getting in the way. knowing how miserable and cowardly he could be and knowing how brave and strong and smart hermione was, staying with someone who didn’t make her happy made no sense. but then, there was the the staged happy family photos pasted on her social media that made ron stop and think for a second - there was a reason hermione was putting herself through it and that reason was tally.

it had been stewing in him for months. this constant choking wish to express how unhappy he was, how he knew she was unhappy too. truthfully, he had been ready to say it when her name had flashed up on his phone midway through dinner at his parents’ place. when he’d heard her crying his first instinct had been that krum had left her, cheated on her, done something idiotic and out of line enough to give ron a reason to punch him or let out the distaste he had for him. then hermione told him her dad had died. he couldn’t do it then. she needed him to be there, not judging her choices in life or judging the man she chose to be with. that had lasted for a decent amount of time. even seeing them together when hermione flew back in just after the news, ron had barely batted an eyelid at it. hell, he was even impressed that krum was there. he hadn’t expected him to put a hold on a few matches in order to fly back to their little village and be emotionally supportive.

and then he wasn’t. perhaps it was the grief, losing someone he’d looked to as a second father all those years, or perhaps it was just him being protective of his two favourite people in the entire world. ron had pictured his fist hitting viktor’s face so many times that it had almost become some sick fantasy. when it actually happened, however, it wasn’t such a relieving moment. it hurt. a lot. and he regretted it immediately after hearing hermione’s shriek for them to stop. causing a scene at the church had not been ron’s plan at all, but the fact that viktor couldn’t for one second think of anyone other than himself or the fact his wife and daughter had lost someone so dear to them? it had boiled his blood and left him steaming from his ears and truly out of control.

❝ you keep making excuses for him. ❞ it was blunt and maybe a little against the deal he’d made with himself, but it felt necessary to explain why he’d ruined the funeral the way he did. with a wince, ron shrugged his shoulders as he watched hermione’s fingers clean the dried blood on his busted knuckles. ❝ i know i fucked up today but… bloody hell, hermione, ❞ he continued, a little breathless with some weird desperation creeping in. ❝ he’s meant to be here supporting you and he’s so self centred he can’t even… ❞ ron cut himself off, shaking his head as he continued to remind himself that this wasn’t what hermione needed right now. she needed someone to hold her hand, wipe away her tears, listen and recall stories about her dad and what an amazing person he was. she didn’t need him bashing krum. ❝ i’m sorry, ❞ ron sighed. carefully, he reached out with his other hand to squeeze hermione’s shoulder with a very slight, reassuring smile.

❝ we can talk about something else? or i can take tally if you want a break for the night? ❞ he had to stop himself from mentioning the thrill he would get out of having tally around and how much rebecca would hate the mess it would cause. ❝ just… what can i do to make this up to you? what do you need? i… well, clearly i need a little guidance because punching someone at a funeral is probably not what you had in mind, hm? ❞ it was an attempt at a joke, trying to get at least some semblance of a smile on hermione face, even if he knew it was futile. she was grieving and disappointed and trying to keep herself together for tally. that much, ron was sure of. ❝ i really am sorry.❞ ron paused for a moment, biting his lip before letting out a huff. ❝ not for doing it though. he damn well deserved it but… for the bad timing, i guess. ❞

#thebrightestwltch #⋆ ♛ ❛ one person can’t feel all that at once. they’d explode! ❜ ⟨ answered meme. ⟩#love rosie verse #⋆ ♛ ❛ and what in the name of merlin’s most baggy y fronts was that about? ❜ ⟨ to be tagged . ⟩#⋆ ♛ ❛ always the tone of surprise. ❜ ⟨ hermione granger . ⟩#a) i'm too lazy to make icons and b) this is really not good but i had feels and it's been a while since i stoked the ron fire.#and you know i love me some hot headed ginger king.

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y2kmini · 7 years

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Mental issues aren't a white people thing!

(Trigger warning. I dont know which triggers are in here but i know there are at least two: possibly crengy phrases concerning mental health and suicide. I’ve tagged everything as well as I can to keep it away from people that don’t want or need to see this post).

I already feel like this phrase is going to make some one cringe and I’m so sorry, I dont know what they call mental issues on tumblr im just using the term because thats what they called it when refering to me growing up.

If your kid is having an oddly hard time with something that kids normally do with ease at a usual age for it, and youre concerned, and theyre frustrated, there is NO HARM in having them checked out or tested to see what’s going on!

I couldn’t tell you how frustrating my childhood was because my family was lead to believe that dyslexia, a.d.d, and anxiety were white people things that they didn’t have to worry about.

Even my step dad goes on about how “the teachers just like to pick on kids, theirs nothing wrong with them they’re just different ”

1 having mental issues doesn’t mean something is wrong with your kid okay. It just means they think or react in ways different than others. It doesn’t mean they can’t live an average life like every other person.

2 the teachers aren’t picking on your kid. They see your kid is having a hard time and they’ve tryed and failed to help sooooo they’re just suggesting that you seek a professional to see what’s going on. Once you know what’s going on (if anything is going on) that knowledge will help you help your kid learn and understand things better.

3 having mental ISSUSE doesn’t mean your kid is inherently dangerous or without morals or possessed by some demon. They just function differently, they’re still human, they’re still kids, and they still need your love so please don’t make things weird for them.

4 “dissapline” won’t train the mental issue out of your child! It’s not a thing that can be done. If you’ve heard stories that it can then you needed to speak less to Google and more to an actual Doctor.

My mom died thinking I was magically cured of my attention deficit disorder and dyslexia, my dad died thinking I’d grown out of it, good old grandma thought non of that stuff existed in black children, and none of them believed I had anxiety because pffft! Kids don’t have anxiety! They play all day and don’t have jobs or bills!

I love my Dad and my grandmother dearly, I’m not trying to bash them or claim that they were awefull because they did do right by me the best they knew how. I’m just saying their views on the subject matter were ignorant.

I never grew out of those things. As I grew I developed my own way of doing things to help me get by, people called it being quirky and thought it was cute (or sometimes vaugly creepy) but it was just my formula for getting the same results as other kids.

Moving into adulthood I started looking up my issuse online AND talking to doctors (even my drill sergeant helped me through some things) the result was me understanding my own weaknesses and making them my strengths.

My a.d.d made it hard for me to focus and re member things so to this day I right everything down, then I rewrite my notes at least 3x’s. Do I remember things better … a little, but the importaint thing is I’m pretty decent and interested in puzzles so when I try to recall something I can write out bits and pieces of my notes and put them together untill I have the whole thing in front of me again. Remembering things that don’t interest me is still really difficult and tear jerking for me even when im dedicated to giving it my full attintion so making it a puzzle, making it a song, making it a picture, “making it fun” is the only way I get by. It’s my tool for conquering the issue and I’m proud to have figured it out for myself.

The dyslexia though. After reading about it I just got into the habit of telling my self things when I started to get upset like:

“Read it over again, it’s okay. We know that of out of aaaallll the characters in Harry Potter that Ron is less likely to speak with numbers in his words unless he’s been cursed”

“No matter how early in the morning, no matter what the year: YOUR clock will always read you the time with NUMBERS not 2s, backwards Es, upside down hs, and S, G, up side down Lake, B …” you get the point.

I still had to tell myself that to get by in college because the number problems would look sooooooooo much like a fucking message to me that one day after class I took a marker and wrote what I saw right beside it and my teacher laughed because he understood and then stopped laughing … because he understood.

The anxiety… I’ve learned on social media and in therapy that there are ALOT of ways to live with it and that it doesn’t typically go away. I tryed to kill my self over it (thank you to the good Samaritan that swam out to get me and didn’t call the police on me). After that experience I became really depressed because the attempt was terrofying and I had lost the nerve to do it again. So as I lived on bitter and irritated that I was only alive because I was afraid of the pain and distress of suicide I found a new friend, then I found a hand full of them, and they made me feel loved and normal, and accepted.

I want to say I was cured but I wasn’t. I had less anxiety but it was still there telling me that:

My friends only hung out with me because they felt bad

You’re so self absorbed and people hate you for it

Why would anyone want to date you? Your ugly and gross and can’t even human properly.

Your hair is disgusting no matter what you do to it it looks ugly on you

Every one knows you hate yourself, they’re just waiting for you to be polite and GOAWAY, no one wants you here!

I still hear anxiety telling me these things and it still hurts, but the difference is:

when I was a kid my anxieties were like a knowledgeable adult looking down at me and stating facts

But after lots of self coaching in the mirror, lucid dreaming, and crappy self insert fanfiction… as an adult I now see my anxieties as a toddler that knows little to nothing about me or the world around them shouting their very first insults and obscenities at me (believe it or not I even laugh about it on occasion because I’m fucking sick). It hurts, but the pain has gone from a ten to a four in roughly 30 years (that’s like giving birth verses stepping on a Lego to me).

Could I have developed these coping habits earlier if my family had acknowledged I needed help? It’s likely, but since they thought it was a white kid problem I didn’t get any real help untill college when I took it upon my self to call the therapy number they gave every one and occasionally the suicide hotline.

In conclusion to this messy rant If your kid is having trouble with things and they don’t seem to be developing at the same rate as the class it’s okay to have them evaluated. Nothing is wrong with them they may just need some tools to keep up in life. Not having the tools they might need could someday me harmful to their mental, emotional, and or physical help so PLEASE don’t gamble with your kids life over pride or disbelief.

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