quidditchconsent:

… Ask “can I kiss you?” or lean in halfway and then wait for you to close the gap.

… Tap the item of clothing and check to see if you’re okay removing it.

… Respect your boundaries *without* pointing out how “nice” and “patient” they’re being and how very hard they’re struggling to be okay with it.

… Surprise you with kisses *only after* you’ve told them how much you enjoy getting surprise kisses from them.

… Remember where you don’t like to be touched.

… Appreciate your body as it is and when it changes.

… Communicate before, during, and after intimacy.

Here’s to the people who make consent a natural part of relationships, as it should be.

(via areyoutheregoditsmemars)

roarimaduck:

I’ve never been more upset with your actions or your words. You disrespectful piece of shit. Thank you for allowing me to spend 6 fucking years of my time thinking you could be something more than you are. The fucked up part is, I don’t even want the time back. What I wanted was you. The good part of you. But am I going to ever see that again? No. You’ve saved all of your good qualities for her. On the one hand, good for her. She gets to experience all that I ever wanted. On the other hand….FUCK YOU. I deserve so much more than you. I deserve to not be treated like a princess, but as an equal. As a human. I deserve love just as anyone else does. I deserve fun. I deserve adventure. I deserve late night conversations about nothing and everything all at once. I deserve someone who is going to be happy for me, proud of me and most of all proud of having me. I deserve cute things. Things that make me warm and fuzzy for the rest of the day. I deserve all of that. And you know what I think I’m finally realizing? You don’t deserve me.

That every girl needs a friend who will bring an Avengers movie to her house at 10pm on a Sunday and cuddle her while she struggles to stay awake watching said movie…all because she’s an emotional mess.