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#ENOUGH of harry potter!
mistarover · 2 years
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2022 and we still hear "oh i'm a hufflepuff" "oh i'm a slytherin" where is "i'm in apollo cabin!" "i'm in hades cabin" huh????
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lunarlivs · 3 months
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here is harry as fun kids i found on pinterest :)
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longdaytogo · 6 months
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padfootswhiskers · 1 month
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sometimes i'm going about my day and then i remember voldemort couldn't possess harry because his love for sirius was so powerful that he wanted to die just so he could see sirius one more time
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i. about 2 weeks ago, i was told there's a good chance that in 5 or so years, i'll need a wheelchair.
ii. okay. i loved harry potter as a kid. i have a hypothesis about this to be honest - why people still kind of like it. it's that she got very lucky. she managed to make a cross-generational hit. it was something shared for both parents and kids. it was right at the start of a huge cultural shift from pre to post-internet. i genuinely think many people were just seeking community; not her writing. it was a nice shorthand to create connection. which is a long way of saying - she didn't build this legacy, we built it for her. she got lucky, just once. that's all.
iii. to be real with you, i still struggle with identifying as someone with a disability, which is wild, especially given the ways my life has changed. i always come up against internalized ableism and shame - convinced even right now that i'm faking it for attention. i passed out in a grocery store recently. i hit my head on the shelves while i went down.
iv. he raises his eyebrows while he sends me a look. her most recent new book has POTS featured in it. okay, i say. i already don't like where this is going. we both take another bite of ramen. it is a trait of the villain, he says. we both roll our eyes about it.
v. so one of the things about being nonbinary but previously super into harry potter is that i super hate jk rowling. but it is also not good for my mental health to regret any form of joy i engaged with as a kid. i can't punish my young self for being so into the books - it was a passion, and it was how i made most of my friends. everyone knew about it. i felt like everyone had my same joy, my same fixation. as a "weird kid", this sense of belonging resonated with me so loudly that i would have done anything to protect it.
vi. as a present, my parents once took me out of school to go see the second movie. it is an incredibly precious memory: my mom straight-up lying about a dentist appointment. us snickering and sneaking into the weekday matinee. within seven years of this experience, the internet would be a necessity to get my homework finished. the world had permanently changed. harry potter was a relic, a way any of us could hold onto something of the analog.
vii. by sheer luck, the year that i started figuring out the whole gender fluid thing was also the first year people started to point out that she might have some internalized biases. i remember tumblr before that; how often her name was treated as godhood. how harry potter was kind of a word synonymous for "nerdy but cool." i would walk out of that year tasting he/him and they/them; she would walk out snarling and snapping about it.
viii. when i teach older kids creative writing, i usually tell them - so, she did change the face of young adult fiction, there's no denying that. she had a lot more opportunities than many of us will - there were more publishing houses, less push for "virally" popular content creators. but beyond reading another book, we need to write more books. we need to uplift the voices of those who remain unrepresented. we need to push for an exposure to the bigotry baked into the publishing system. and i promise you: you can write better than she ever did. nothing she did was what was magical - it was the way that the community responded to it.
ix. i get home from ramen. three other people have screenshotted the POTS thing and sent it to me. can you fucking believe we're still hearing this shit from her when it's almost twenty-fucking-twenty-three. the villain is notably also popular on tumblr. i just think that's funny. this woman is a billionaire and she's mad that she can't control the opinions of some people on a dying blue site that makes no money. lady, and i mean this - get a fucking life.
x. i am sorry to the kid i was. maybe the kid you were too. none of us deserved to see something like this ruined. that thing used to be precious to me. and now - all those good times; measured into dust.
/// 9.6.2022 // FUCKING AGAIN, JK? Are you fucking kidding me?
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wolvesandshine · 3 months
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Quidditch AU part 2
read part 1 here
“So what’s your favourite team?”
Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knew Potter was annoying, but really this was ridiculous.
Not only did he have to steal half the field for his practice, he couldn’t shut up while he was at it.
“Did anyone ever tell you it was polite to not bother someone who doesn’t want to be bothered?”
James Potter smilies at him, the blinding smile that had girls all over him. The one that had never been directed at him. It throws Regulus off guard.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re so predictable?”
Regulus barely restrains himself from strangling Potter. “Why don’t you go back to being unhealthily codependent with Sirius instead?”
James laughs brightly. “He’s not much of a morning person.“
“Neither am I.” Regulus mutters, rolling his eyes.
James raises an eyebrow at that. Then suddenly his expression grows serious. “You know you have other options right?”
Regulus laughs derisively. “What? Move in with you? I’m not charity work Potter.”
“It’s not charity if it’s helping between friends -“
“Cut the bullshit Potter. You’re so naive. You really think my parents would let both of their children walk off?”
When he’s met with silence Regulus laughs again. Of course Potter wouldn’t have thought about that. Of course he believed that everyone could pull a Sirius and abandon their family without consequences.
“Leave me alone Potter.”
Regulus doesn’t bother looking at the retreating back of James Potter.
He had to get back to training.
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Guys, this is Tomarry to me; and you can't say otherwise because I can't hear you LALALALA —
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daddiesdrarryy · 1 year
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Draco: Hey! Guess what?
Pansy: Is it about Potter?
Draco: No…
Draco: Have you seen Potter’s hair today? It looks—
Pansy: Oh my god! No! It’s 8 in the morning. Put your money in the Potter-jar now, Draco!
Draco: It’s so unfair, why do I have to put a Galleon in a jar whenever I talk about Potter?
Blaise: You do it way too much, that’s why, Draco. We have three full Potter jars because of you
Draco: It’s not that much, I talk about Potter in a normal amount. In fact I haven’t even told you about…
Pansy: About?
Draco: I’m not gonna say it
Pansy: Okay, good
Draco: …
Pansy: …
Draco: Potter got new glasses—
Pansy: JAR! Now!
Theodore: Oh look! I think we’re ready for our summer trip now!
Draco: I hate you all
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t1oui · 1 month
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barty crouch jr. is eleven the first time evan rosier takes his breath away.
he's a second year in barty's house, with warm brown skin and blonde hair and amber eyes that flash gold in the sunlight. he knows regulus. one of barty's dormmates, somehow, and he smiles at barty like he wants to know him, too.
barty is thirteen when he finally figures out what the butterflies in his stomach mean.
they're sitting down at the lake, barty on the grass, soaking up the sun. pandora sits on a blanket next to him, her half of it in the sun, the other half underneath regulus in the shade of a tree. dora's busied herself with making flower crowns, and evan and dorcas are swinging at each other and laughing, both ankle deep in the water of the black lake. evan reaches up to kick water at her, and the silver of his anklet - a thin chain with a silver daisy charm hanging off of it - catches the light.
dorcas ducks away and shoves evan square in the chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps before he finally lands hard on the grass next to barty. it must've hurt, even in the soft green, but instead of wincing, he just turns to barty and grins.
oh, barty thinks. it's so obvious, he thinks.
barty is a fourth year the first time he kisses evan rosier.
it's the first christmas he doesn't go home for. he spends long hours knocking about the castle, staying out past both the regular curfew and the one made later for the break.
"can't sleep, crouch?" evan had asked him, making him jump, polished prefect badge - no doubt pandora's handiwork - sparkling from his collar. and suddenly there was mistletoe and the chance to finally make his fantasies a reality. there was the taste of evan's lips (vanilla) and the smell of his shampoo (cucumber) and the feeling of his arms around barty's waist (intoxicating).
even on that dreary, cold evening, there was hope.
barty is a sixth year when regulus begins going out with james potter.
they're on the train, barty halfway out the window, evan's arms tight around his middle in the fear of him falling, and barty hoots with laughter when regulus jumps into potter's arms. potter's a seventh year like evan. head boy, a gryffindor, and one of pandora's best friends, for some reason.
"leave them be, barty," evan snorts, pulling him back through the window. barty watches him, opening his mouth to speak, only to be swiftly cut off by his boyfriend adding, "we can be as dramatic as we like, but i'm not risking missing this train just so we can kiss in front of it."
barty groans in protest, but by that point regulus has arrived at the door to their compartment with a sheepish-looking james potter in tow, so he decides to annoy them instead.
barty is seventeen the first time he comes to hogwarts without evan, and it makes him feel empty.
he's still got regulus and dorcas, of course, but there's a gaping hole in the group now that the twins have graduated. regulus is quiet without james to bring him out of his shell. dorcas doesn't cheer as hard during quidditch games - ones without regulus in them, of course - without marlene mckinnon there to cheer on. and barty? barty isn't himself without ev there to easy his anxieties.
night after night, barty and regulus curl up in the same bed for nights of bad rest. it gets easier, over time. letters pile up. floo calls happen weekly. and while regulus and dorcas struggle, barty thinks about the future. the one decided by him, and not anyone else.
two days after his eighteenth birthday, barty steps off the hogwarts express for the last time.
regulus and dorcas don't hesitate to sprint past him towards james and marlene, who wait with evan futher down the platform. barty, though, hesitates. gives himself a moment to take a deep breath, smile at evan, and start running.
evan envelopes him in a hug, his arms a reassuring weight around barty.
"you must be tired," he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. "eight newts, barty. you're insane."
barty grins into evan's chest. "i missed you too, rosie," he mumbles. he lets out a content sigh he didn't realize he was holding in, and evan hums.
"welcome home, love," he says. "our home."
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yendts · 1 month
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some silly scenes to accompany this drawing
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cotttntail · 9 months
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lily and remus and soothing fingers on fresh scars
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ohthewh0rror · 6 months
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Tom: why would I make them so uncomfortable?
Y/N: probably has to do with your reputation.
Tom: reputation? I have a reputation?
Y/N: they feel your methods, your theories are—
Tom: spooky?
Y/N: ….
Tom: do you think I’m spooky?
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severussnapemylove · 3 months
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(Some time at Hogwarts in the 1970s)
Lucius (throwing darts at a target on the wall)
Severus; (reading quietly)
Narcissa; (Doing homework)
Slughorn: (Walks into the room) "What have the three of you done?"
Narcissa; "Nothing."
Severus; "Just keeping busy."
Lucius; "Killing time, you know, the usual."
Slughorn; (narrows eyes suspiciously but leaves)
Lucius;
Severus;
Narcissa;
Lucius; "He is definitely losing his touch."
...
Lucius; "Should we let him down then?"
James, (glued to the ceiling, gagged and furious) mmh!
Narcissa; "Not just yet, I prefer him up there."
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longdaytogo · 1 year
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"give harry attention" time
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oflights · 3 months
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i know in retellings draco always befriends hermione because he's a nerd or whatever but this morning i was thinking of a retelling where draco befriends ron because he literally just bribes him. like he sees that harry won't bother with him and lbr no one wanted to be friends with first year hermione but ron seems like he'd be easily bought and draco's dad told him those are the easiest people to get on your side. and also wouldn't it be fun to steal away harry potter's anointed best friend?
so he's like "i'm willing to forget you laughed at my name on the train" and literally just buys ron things until he stops being indignant. he buys him a new wardrobe. endless sweets and toys. he writes to his mother like "hello i'm working on something here can u help" and narcissa is immediately on board.
and ron totally is easily bought. he really is. he pretends to still hate draco but also his mother taught him some manners so it's only polite to accept the little git's gifts. his siblings are sick with jealousy, it's great.
and slowly ron's like "maybe he's not so bad" and progresses to "yes he's weird but i've gotten him to stop with the slurs so" to actual friendship that harry and hermione eventually come around to, too.
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btw side note I think it's very funny that people are calling the Fire Emblem anon a Msscribe situation when like. Msscribe was remarkable not because of the sockpuppeting, but because of how MANY she maintained over a long period of time. She apparently convinced people that she already had a fandom well enough to actually gain one. That's why it was so mindblowing when it came out that like all these besties of hers were actually all her. Someone making up a few guys to support them in an argument they were losing was like, a slightly funnier than usual Tuesday back in the day--absolutely something that people had a field day over, especially if this was someone who'd made themselves into a big problem, but not really Msscribe tier
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