When I Was A Little Girl I Wanted To Be Harry Potter. Not Hermione, I Did Loved Her, But I Wanted To

when i was a little girl i wanted to be harry potter. not hermione, i did loved her, but i wanted to be harry. the hero, the chosen one, the special one. when i saw star wars, i wanted to be luke skywalker. the gentle hero, the beacon of hope. when i saw iron man, i wanted to be tony stark. the one that learns from his mistakes and works on being a better version of himself.

i didn’t need to be a boy to be able to feel powerful and inspired by their stories. when i saw wonder woman, and when i now see captain marvel, i feel capable, powerful. i feel like kindness, empathy, wit, perseverance, all traditionally feminine traits, are all qualities that define a hero. i love that they’re women. but that’s only a part of what makes them powerful.

when men say they can’t relate to ww or cm, they are the problem. i see heroes. i see role models. if i see steve rogers and i see a hero, but they can only see carol danvers from a distance and as a pair of boobs, they are the problem.

let’s not pretend otherwise. they need to learn that heroes come in all genders, shapes and sizes. it’s time to tell their stories. it’s time to teach little boys to love heroes like captain marvel, the same way i loved harry potter.

he looks so fucking happy and proud omg

Sunk His Battleship

anonymous said: Ok, what about an Imagine where the reader and John are bestfriends and roommates and roger has a crush on the reader so he always finds excuses to go to johns (like leaving his things there or needing to borrow stuff) and finally one morning John gets so irritated and Roger finally has to confess about his feelings? I love you work so much

(a/n: if i didn’t stan brian so much i would be on deacy’s dick in a second PERIODT. PERIODT.)

“Did you say B7? That’s a miss.”

John slammed his closed fist down on the carpet decorating the floor in frustration as you said that, your glass of wine shaking dangerously and threatening to spill as you gave him a look that said ‘What the hell?’

“Sorry, this game just gets me a bit miffed,” he apologized, his voice grumbly and upset as he took a drink of his own wine. Your roommate was getting thoroughly flustered at how badly you were beating him in Battleship, but what he failed to realize was that the reflection of his board in the window behind him was giving you an absolutely unfair advantage. Some would call it cheating, but… potato, potahto.

“How about….. C2?” you asked, purposely missing to throw him off of your trail. He laughed triumphantly, and you couldn’t help but grin as he threw his head back in laughter.

“Miss! Eat that, Y/N.”

“Eat what? What are we eating?” You jumped as you suddenly heard Roger speaking from behind you, and your head whipped around so you could stare at him in shock as John yelled in protest, climbing to his feet and storming over to the front door to deadbolt it. This was the second time this week, and probably the thirtieth time this month, that Roger had popped by your flat for no good reason.

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my brain in times of crisis:

THE SUNLIGHT. THE CORGI. A HAPPY ANTONI. THIS PHOTO IS BLESSSSED.

ease my mind, roger taylor x reader

Summary: Roger disappears without a word some nights, maybe to another’s bed.

Warnings: Soft angst, probably the closest to real angst I’ll ever get. 

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS so much for your response to ‘bad habit’. Your comments and notes and everything have made me so happy! So here’s a little follow up based on another sing by Ben Platt: : ‘Ease My Mind’, which I recommend listening to. Set in the same world as bad habit, might even make this a little series based off of his upcoming album??

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