— Duncan Trussell (via nathanielstuart)
pEOPLE HATING ON CHARACTERS FOR BEING REALISTICALLY EMOTIONAL IN TRAUMATIZING SITUATIONS
I’m also shocked by how many people hate Harry for throwing a temper tantrum in Order of the Phoenix. Wouldn’t you be a little miffed if you’d just survived an attack from Voldemort all on your own again and then the adults locked you up in a muggle house all summer and ignored you so that all there is for you to do is worry endlessly about your friends and mull over the classmate you saw murdered before your very eyes?
I fell asleep in the library and had a terrible dream. It didnt start out so bad. I was at some kind of YSA activity with Kate, Breanne, and Jason. I kept having trouble with my clothes. This tank top I was wearibg turned into a cloak and then a backpack. Breanne and I were making kristina a congratulations video bc she got into grad school. It was supposed to be silly and funny but when I saw how Breanne edited it, it was like an artsy music video and me her jason and this other guy had all done interpretive dance, there was a lot of shadow play and light and glare so it looked cool. Then I was in this weird house and all the kids had these backpacks. Some girl went and sat on the piano peddles when she thought nobody was looking.I went in the one room and the closet was big and there were a stack of cots inside and the baby was on top of the cots. He needed a diaper change and I was goibg to do it but this spanish lady came in and took him. Then it turned into my room but it looked different.
I think my closet doors were open and I was behind them so nobody could see me. My parents came in my room and started arguing. One of them screamed. I peaked out of my closet and saw my mom run out of the room crying. I could hear my brother downstairs get up and start walking to my mom. My dad screamed for my brother to stay away and the sounds stopped. I could still hear loud sobbing so I stepped out of my closet and looked around. My room and my parents room had suitcases everywhere and clothes strewn all over the place. There was a constant background sound of sobbing and I started to wonder if my mom was physically hurt. I walked toward the bedroom door to go see her and heard my dad scream ‘STAY WHERE YOU ARE PLEINLUNA. DONT YOU DARE MOVE’. I listened partly bc I was scared but partly bc I didnt want to jeopardize my next move. I thought to myself “ok its time to go. We have to get out of here. I have to pack up my family and go like Shania Twain.” I could still hear crying and at this point I started fighting to wake up.