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Recurring Character Archetypes of Each SFTH Member

Tom

1) Oddly Mature/Self-Aware Child (Janae, Peter Stevens, Alexa, really got the whole gender spectrum here-)

2) Actually Intimidating Villain (Locomotion, Witchfinder General, Krampus)

3) Sexy (Sexy German Woman, Xavier, Magnus O Puss)

Bonus! Guys named Derek that are just so in love (The Unrelenting Aubergine, Blancmange Flurry)

Luke

1) Tired Wife/Mother (Jemima)

2) Attractive Woman (Sarah)

3) Gremlin (Scottish Robin, Little Krampus, Male Nymph, etc.)

Bonus! Grieving Fathers (Geppetto, Marty Sr.)

Sam

1) Old Lady (you know who I’m thinking of)

2) Child That Pisses People Off (Marty, The Boy Witch, Kid from Too Big To Be a Jockey)

3) Any and All Creatures (Mario, Bertie, Miffles, etc.)

Bonus! Sapphic (Thirsty Vamps, Bus Stop Lesbians)

AJ

1) Innocent Children (Priscilla, Hugh, Rupert)

2) Naive Adults (Bobby/Clive from The Lighthouse)

3) Plot Twist Villain/Murderer (Belly-Boots, Juliet)

Bonus! The Local French Translator (OMGITAJ)

Notes and Specifications

Tom’s Child category was gonna be ‘traumatized child’ but that was before I realized 3 of the 4 play children pretty often and every single one is traumatized

Yes the Witchfinder General is hilarious and absurd in concept, but so is Locomotion and even Sam admitted he was terrifying. Idek if I’ll have people arguing this, I’m just covering all my bases-

Krampus is purely there because they have this man a microphone and he became far too powerful

If there’s only one example listed, it means I know it’s happened more than once, but I can’t think of the others off the top of my head

Except for AJ’s bonus, I just always thought the was funny

Yes, ‘child that pisses people off’ ranges from being a little annoying to actual murder, but they both count

I used the phrasing ‘creatures’ instead of ‘animals’ on purpose, and I don’t think I have to explain why

If 100 people lived on earth. De mensheid in een statistisch filmpje met legopoppetjes.

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

At my nieces swim meet out of town and we sat down in the bleachers. Behind us we see this woman knitting…the blanket is made out of plastic(grocery bags) y'all. For the homeless. She didn’t want her face posted but this is about the fourth or fifth blanket she’s done. It makes so much sense ya know? Plastic is insulated and it’s surprisingly heavy.

Bless this lady and people like her.

ETA: @aplaceformywanderingmind said it’s called plarn!

Now I am crying

Oh Angel…always making a mess of things…

“Potter, what is that?” Draco asks with urgency, his chest constricting in pain as he catches a glimpse of something dark coiling up Harry’s forearm.

Harry shoves his sleeve down and jumps up to meet Draco, his wand clattering to the floor. “Nothing. How did you find – “

“Show me.”

“I don’t – “

“Show me. Now.” Draco demands. He can’t believe this is happening. As if it isn’t horrible enough seeing it on his own arm every day.

Harry pulls up his sleeve slowly to reveal it – The Dark Mark – etched into his flesh. Draco holds back a gag.

“It’s not what you think,” Harry says.

Draco’s eyes dart between the mark and Harry’s face. “It’s – how did – why?”

“I wanted to practice removing it,” Harry says slowly, his meaning clear. It only makes Draco angrier.

“So you gave yourself a Dark Mark? You reckless idiot. What if you can’t remove it? Did you even think about that before you – “ Draco stops himself. Of course he didn’t. He’s Harry fucking Potter. Draco sighs and tries to calm himself. He’s not responsible for Harry’s idiotic antics. “How did you even manage to replicate it?” He asks, his voice measured.

Harry smiles weakly. “Well, a fragment of Voldemort’s soul was inside me for most of my life and his magic left a pretty big trace. I just… accessed it.”

Once again Draco holds back a gag. The thought of Voldemort’s magic, so dark, so cruel, inside of Harry Potter, the Gryffindor Saint, is too much. It’s horrifying.

Draco takes a breath and asks Harry the question he already knows the answer to: “Why do you need to know how to remove a Dark Mark?” He needs to hear the idiot say it.

Sure enough: “So I can remove yours.”

Draco grits his teeth. He’s furious that Harry has put himself in danger for him. Again. “You don’t owe me anything, Potter.”

“I know,” Harry says. But he doesn’t.

“You can’t just go around saving people all the time!” Draco’s raised voice echoes throughout the room.

“Why not?”

“Not everyone wants to be saved,” Draco points out. He doesn’t want Harry risking anything for him. How could he ask that of anyone, after all that he’s done?

“You don’t want the mark removed?” Harry questions, his eyes falling down to Draco’s left arm.

Draco’s mark is covered but he tugs on his sleeve regardless. “It reminds me of who I am.”

Harry frowns. “That’s exactly why you need it removed. That’s not who you are, Draco.”

Draco blanches, surprised at the use of his first name and Harry quickly corrects himself. “I mean Malfoy.”

Draco lets his eyes fall back down to Harry’s mark, taking in the harsh lines of the coiling snake and skull, and the red raw skin beneath. He shudders. “Looks like you haven’t had much success anyway,” he says as casually as he can manage. But inside, his heart is tight. Because now Harry will have to live with the Dark Mark the rest of his life. Just like Draco, he’ll be forced to carry the weight of the inescapable dark magic within his skin, forced to feel it crawling through his veins, through his every spell, with no relief and no hope of salvation.

“I’m getting close. Before you came in, I could feel it moving.” Harry retrieves his wand from the floor and points it at his Dark Mark, eyebrows tightening in concentration.

“Go on, then. No other Wizard has been able to do it, but I’m sure even a Dark Mark will be no match for the great Harry Pot – oh.” Draco’s knees buckle. “Oh.”

Against all logic, Harry removes the Dark Mark as if it is nothing more than a muggle tattoo. The head of the snake recoils into a rapidly shrinking skull until all that is left is smooth, untainted skin.

Malfoy yanks up his sleeve and holds out his arm to Harry. Despite all his protesting, he wants to be saved. More than anything.

Harry’s hand wraps under Draco’s arm holding it in place and he raises his wand. Draco screws up his eyes in anticipation - he cannot bear to witness the removal in case it doesn’t work properly. What if his Dark Mark is worse than Harry’s, having come from Voldemort himself? What if – Oh.

Draco doesn’t need to see it happen because he feels it. He feels the darkness extracted from his body, feels strength returning to his limbs. And he feels light. Lighter than he can ever remember. As if he might just float away. He opens his eyes and stares down at his clear, unmarked skin.

There’s a sense of twisted deja vu when Draco looks up from his arm. He remembers looking up into Voldemort’s eyes after he was given the mark, and feeling colder than he’s ever felt before. But now when he looks up into his saviour’s eyes, into Harry Potter eyes, it’s warmth he feels, from the smooth skin on his forearm to the centre of his heart.

He blinks back his tears. “Thank you.” They’re the same words he was forced to say to Voldemort but their meaning couldn’t be any more different this time. Voldemort had stolen his life, and Harry Potter had just restored it.

Everything wrong with society

Society raises robots 

Boys are taught that they can’t cry nor show emotion, taught that they can’t be human.

Girls are taught to hide their emotions, lest they be asked “are you on your period”, taught that it’s shows that you are weak.

Society is huge on double standards

‘Boys must be over 6ft, and have muscles"

‘Why are girls so self conscious?’

If you hate yourself, you must be fishing for compliments.

If you love yourself, you must be narcissistic.

Society has an obsession with victim blaming and ignoring the true problem

‘Boys can’t be the victim of rape because they always want sex’

'All men are trash’

'She was obviously asking for it’

'Well what were you wearing?’

As if you could blame an entire gender on the actions of a few

As if the amount of skin you show determines your ability to consent and say NO

We are supposed to be able to think, we are not savages and should be able to understand that an absent of a YES means NO.

What was the point of this mini rant? 

To call society out on it’s bullshit! and to rant because of frustrations  

The point is we are not robots and have the right to emotions, we have the right to love ourselves because a bit of body positivity never hurt nobody, and IT IS NEVER THE VICTIMS FAULT why is it so hard to understand that?

jane the virgin: portraying a bisexual man in a healthy relationship and slaying biphobes since 2017