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Random worldbuilding: A culture where everyone's social status is expressed through how their hair is braided.

Children all have the same kind of a simple, unisex "child's braid" which is meant for their parents to be easy to do - traditionally boys were only taught how to do a "wife's braid" while women braid both their husbands and their children, but a modern man is naturally an attentive father and contributes to both cleaning and feeding, and clothing and braiding his children.

While this kind of knowledge is more accessible in the modern age, the art of braiding is still seen as an intimate family thing, and it's not unusual for a youth to come out to their parents by the way of braids - for example a daughter asking her father to teach her how to do the "wife's braid", or a son asking her mother how to weave the "husband braid" for their future spouse. Or a trans kid asking their parents to give them the other gender's braid when it's time to transition from the child braid into the "unmarried youth" one.

It is nonetheless still somewhat common to see an older gay man with a "wife's braid" or two older women both wearing "husband braids", because that was the only way they were taught to braid a future partner's hair when they were young. They could learn the "appropriate" braid now, but it has become a part of the culture, an old-fashioned gay thing to do. It's pride - if you wear this braid to show that you're an adult with a spouse, why try to hide who braids your hair every morning?

The only braid that one is expected to do on themselves is the widow's braid - the only one that is also unisex, braided in reverse from the simple children's braid. Sometimes, young unmarried adults who have no interest in starting a family switch directly into wearing a widow's braid to signify that they are not looking for a partner and are independent adults on their own.

#I’m sure it says in the notes #but what do people do when their relationship breaks down?

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ROMEO + JULIET (1996)

MOVIE REC ASK GAME: 20. A FILM WHERE THE VIBES ARE IMMACULATE

↳ asked by Anonymous

#I'd say make a pfp with Romeo Leo but Lils says you'd use it for Blondie and she likes him as he is

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JONATHAN & ARABELLA STRANGE + kisses

#I love arabella strange #Jonathan I can take or leave

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*screams in touch starved*

#i keep feeling (weirdly) not so much starved of touch but starved of touching others 🤔

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I don't know what paddington is doing on that list, but it made me think of the time someone drew a picture of the queen with paddington after she died, and we had scores of people losing their minds at the idea that paddington bear wasn't the same kind of communist as them

#this is amazing

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Remus Lupin you will always be famous

#oooh

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He’s the crucifix and she’s the sacrifice.

He’s soulless but she’s immortalised.

#bartylily #honourable son crucifix the younger #still don’t have a tag for her 🤦‍♀️ #but this is what happened whilst I was thinking of a tag

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they could be so indie sleaze……

#they have such an air of *we are looking at everyone else and judging* #and I love that for them #honourable son crucifix the younger #I can’t think of a Lily tag and she is very annoyed with me about it #bartylily

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80s dad sirius black

@impishtubist I think this is some of the things that were mentioned, but he’s grown the 80s mustache.

#moustache

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Marauders Era Role Play It's decided, we set sail on the 3rd of May.

We’re opening a new, modern, non magic role play AU on 3rd May.

Helga’s Pride, Cruise Ship sailing the Med (come be a croupier, an entertainer, a chef, or a sailor on this queer friendly cruise ship, stopping at all the best ports in the Mediterranean) Sign up is open

If you’re interested join our discord server here (we're 18+ and nsfw):

#still looking for a Bella #bellatrix black lestrange #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange

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The Ancient Romans believed that both intelligence and character could be transferred through breastmilk so all I'm saying is that that wetnurse must've been the nicest woman in westeros to single-handedly overcome the dysfunction gene in not only one but TWO targaryen children

#maybe she was just nice to them #you know they just has less attachment issue shit

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Thank you @rainhalydia ♥️♥️♥️s and more ♥️♥️♥️s

3 ships you like: only 3?? Rhaenicent, I will continue shouting at people who have never watched HoTD about them, Jamie x Roy x Keeley, they’re just so sexy together, Barty x Bellatrix, they need advocacy, so much potential, so few stories

First ship ever: Hal x Hotspur in the kids Shakespeare version of Henry IV part 1, the rivalry, Hal, the less proficient swordsman, the less physically ferocious, killing Hotspur and then cradling him completing his dying sentence:

O, I could prophesy,/But that the earthy and cold hand of death/Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust:And food for--

For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!

I could not have articulated any of the above at 8 or 9 but fuck, I knew I was crying heart eyes on the floor.

Last song you heard: I’m not sure but Florida by Taylor and Florence is stuck in my head right now.

Favourite childhood book: I was talking about the Wolves of Willoughby Chase and shipping Bonnie, Sylvia and Simon the other night, so let’s go that.

Currently reading: Femina, a New History of the Middle Ages, Through the Women Written Out of It by Janina Ramirez (very slowly). The Sybill Trelawney fics I didn’t write in Marauders Sapphic Spring Fest 2024

Currently watching: This Town, early 80s UK, politics and class and race and Catholicism, Michelle Dockery (Downton’s Lady Mary) with messy hair and sad eyes, boys with bad dads with violence they don’t want embedded in their souls and poetry they don’t know what to do with on the tips of their tongues.

Currently consuming: like Lydia I’m not sure what this means, but I did buy some new knickers yesterday.

Currently craving: someone who’s happy for me to trace the contours of their back whilst I fail to sleep.

Tagging @luna13e-blog @selkiewife @attonitos-gloria @thistle-and-thorn @owlsinathens @thistlecatfics if you want and anyone who wants to please do and blame me.

#tag game #♥️♥️♥️s to all

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Rosekiller. Not really any discernible TW but I suck at tagging

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Evan is throwing pebbles at the lake when he hears steps getting closer. He turns his head up with a grin to say hello to Barty, just for that grin to disappear instantly.

Barty looks down at him with that void expression that only could meant things with his father had went rough.

"Don't give me that look", Barty scowls.

Evan lowers his eyes in silence, looking at the rock in his hand instead, tracing the softened edges with the fingers of his other hand. Barty sits beside him, chin resting on his knees and arms around his legs.

Evan throws the pebble into the lake. One, two, three, four jumps before it sinks in the water. He makes a gesture with his hand and the pebble flies from the lake right into his palm. He waits for a comment, for Barty to say anything, but after a minute of silence he throws the pebble again. With force this time. The rock flies some meters and sinks in the water. Not bouncing once.

"Can I hug you?", Evan asks, still looking at the place where tiny waves mark where the pebble had sank.

"I don't need a hug", Barty replies defensively, looking as well to the circles in the water.

"Thing is", Evan moves his hand again, the pebble flying back to his hand as it has done before, "I'm not asking if you need one, I'm asking if I can".

"It's a free world, do whatever the fuck you want, Rosier."

Evan turns to look at the boy, who didn't look back at him. He frowns, biting his bottom lip. He weighs the options in his head. "I don't fancy trying to hug you just to be hexed, Crouch"

Barty turns to look at him, with a little frown in his forehead. "Do you want to hug me?"

"No, I'm just asking if I can do things I don't want to do", Evan shakes his head with half a smile. "Yes, I want to."

"...why?", Barty asks suspiciously.

"Because my hugs are amazing, you can ask Dorcas about it", he smiles with that cocky expression of his, "and I believe you deserve one."

"I don't deser-"

"Shut up, Crouch. I'm not asking your opinion on the matter. Not that whatever you say has ever make me changed my mind, has it?", he grins ignoring Barty's huffing. "So, can I?"

"Don't pretend for me to hug you back", Barty answers and that's all Evan needs to kneel and drag him to his chest with one arm.

It isn't sweet or tender. He squeezes hard, Barty's shoulder and his knee digging in him. Barty doesn't move, but he doesn't push him away either, so Evan takes it as a permission to wrap his other arm around him and cradle him into his chest. The position is awkward as Barty remains hugging his legs but he moves his head to hide it in Evan's broad chest, breathing deeply in while a slight tremble curses through his body.

People have taught Evan over the last fourteen years that in these occasions one should say things are going to be okay. But he knows he can't say that, he doesn't know if things are going to be okay. He fears they won't. So as he closes his eyes and tilts his head to rest his forehead over Barty's crown, nose buried in his dark hair, he says the only thing he can say for certain.

"I'm here for you. I am always going to be here".

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Notes: I keep trying to write shorter things. I don't really know if I'm succeeding or not. Also, this is apparently a collection of glimpses over those two through their years in Hogwarts. I like to explore the little pieces that made their bond something unbreakable. Who knows, maybe I'll keep writing these.

#honourable son crucifix the younger #that guy who scars noses #evan hugging

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#I’m going to make one but it’s going to be British tea brands #because that’s significant #it’s not I know that #tea and let tea #(I am trying to abide by this instead of shouting at people about particular additions)

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Le subterfuge de Chérubin

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Padfoot and Bellatrix.

#the superlative black #that rebel one

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She promised Sirius five whole chocolate frogs if he managed to knock her tooth out.

Boredom never lives long in the Black Household.

#the superlative black #that rebel one