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sleepynegress · 6 months

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So, I'm Watching Dollar Tree The Gilded Age: The Buccaneers (I apologize that this is a long one folks because of ADHD Romantic Period Drama w/ ~Color~ tangents)...

Okay... So, I have to preface this by admitting that Bridgerton never has been my great big thing. It's a cake sculpted from cotton candy.

Pretty and sweet, but not much substance. And very much leaning on the "fantasy" so everyone can enjoy the costume romance fun (but it does please me to see my marginalized players, playing well...). -Using an author's works as a base, who not only started with an all-white palette but was flippant and insulting in response to the idea of inclusion... And yet...

I'm just saying, it is something that the woman who walked away from ABC because an exec didn't respect her enough to get a Disney pass for her family, went on to make that lucrative author's uplift deal with, instead of say, Beverly Jenkins. I love underdog romances that aren't the typical het white bread. Give me the canon gays (I never got slash...but I love when it's canon, especially with color), the big girls, the dark brown skin girls, the Black couples, and the interracials, especially when both are BIPOC and there's no lag in charm/looks in the lighter half in some expertly lit, dressed, confection that makes everyone look as gorgeous as they actually are and there's all kinds of soft plotting and chemistry. Bridgerton for all its lazy ways of handling color, gave that. Everybody is hot. And the people that studios have typically just pretended either weren't "invented" yet or were all living horrible tortured lives of enslavement got to get the sweet costumed wooing, will-they-won't-they, ~romance~ treatment. But... being an obscure Black history nerd... I'm neurodivergent, so I have some deep-dive GEMS that I'll mention here that I NEED TO SEE DONE WELL, before I die. FYI I called Dido Elizabeth Belle a good 8 years before that was actually made. It is frustrating to see some of the ACTUAL interesting capacities in which some actual existing Black folks in history who did live interesting, not tragic lives, not given the big glossy budget, well-written renderings they deserve... In lieu of what has now, firmly taken hold as a trend, colorblind casting in known white works. See recent adaptations of David Copperfield, Persuasion, Tom Jones, & Great Expectations,

and now, this The Buccaneers (which like I said, is Dollar Tree, and *worse* the colorblind cast sister Conchita is using her regular-eggular Cali accent and...is not a compelling actress & her man is a jar of mayo) and baby...them costumes are Reign-levels of anachronistic/bad. It's the lazy jump onto the trend Shonda exploded, and Mr. Malcolm's List started (yeah, that short film was put on YouTube a full year before Bridgerton debuted). So, my point... Instead of *just* doing colorblind casting in old classic white period works... I need to see these ACTUAL GREAT stories of and/or written by or about the colorful people who lived in those societies. And this is where it could get long... but I'll do my best to keep it short... EXAMPLES that were gotten right and those *I need to see adapted*: ____

Interview With The Vampire is inclusive color-AWARE casting... The showrunner went beyond and actually rewrote the narrative to make sure the inclusion wasn't lazily done, but actually improved the depth of the source IMO. And I believe the showrunner is a queer white man. It just takes empathy and effort.

Passing... is a moody slow-burn horror based upon an actual work written by a Black woman in that period, and adapted by a white-passing WOC who not only lived the theme, but rendered it expertly.

Belle is often pointed to as a good example, but my nerd-ass knows Gugu's beyond AMAZING handling of the material elevated it.

Too much was changed from the reality of her life (IMO), still...Most period dramas are about as "true" and yall know I was not a fan of Sam Reid's over-dramatic ass in this... (yelling in that damn carriage for what?!) but he is PERFECT in IWTV. Sanditon being made, despite the typical side-character Black character issues...really was a reset because Miss Austen had already envisioned, in her day and above her class(!) a Black heiress as a character getting the Austen treatment, w/o any modifications the salty and ignorant would prefer to think is beyond "true history". ----- I have a little hopeful part in my brain that wishes it had the power to will capable adaptions of the lives of Carlotta Stewart Lai - middle-class educated Black woman who became a teacher & lived an "Anne of Green Gables" type of Edwardian life (more interesting really) surfing, having "bathing parties," and teaching Hawaiians with her Black family, Portuguese, Hawaiian and Chinese friends on the big island... Her life was w/o the stereotypes people assume all Black Americans lived in Victorian/Edwardian "America".

Gustav Badin, a Black man who was "Chessmaster" of the Swedish Royal Court in the 1700's...was in charge of the Royal family's secrets after the Queen's passing, really gives me intelligent queer Black man energy in his portrait and lived out a non-tragic life in a VERY white space many don't know we occupied.

And The Hunters... Who already have a short film and I've posted about it here... but I would LOVE to see an actual rendering of their lives in the Klondike, with their gold and silver prospects and son grandson Buster and daughter Teslin in Edwardian Canada.

(that is Teslin at the highest point in the photo, named after the lake she was born at)

(and the Hunters' grandson Buster ice-fishing)

All this to say... Now, that I've thoroughly veered away from my review of a middling show... I WISH THESE DAMN SHOWRUNNERS used a little effort in research and imagination and gave us more "true to life" renderings of Black life (and life of color, in these romanticized spaces) that isn't tragic nor the patronizin inclusive "fantasy"... That feels like it's smirking at me while saying "we know you weren't ~really~ here, but here! have a cookie!!" These people existed.

You don't have to *just* make inclusive versions of white works with the lie that you have to do that because thee above people ~didn't exist~. Nor do you have to be lazy when you do!! (see: IWTV) Right now, for me... It feels like for the most part we're in a period of very shallow "advancement" in period rep. And I'm saying if little old me can find the actual stories that could make AMAZING true history-based media. Why can't the more powerful people do the same?? P.S.

You already know I'm fresh off being mad about that shitty Bass Reeves show...but I'm even madder because I can't even say, "just make sure its made by Black people," because Jeymes Samuel (AKA Bullitts) gave us skinny biracial StageCoach Mary!!!

---NO!! I will never stop being mad about it!!

DO BETTER!! Have the empathy and care for the material, regardless, and don't rest on "I know what I'm doing because I'm Black" That male gaze won out over truth in The Harder They Fall *smh*

P.P.S I get the feeling the lazy adaptions are about cash-grabbing, what they see as a trend, and being all the ready to jump back into the whitewashed business as usual, that ain't true to *all* actual histories nor (as Austen proved) fictions of those eras or spaces.

P.P.P.S. On The Glided Age!! I do love that the Fellowes drama has Erica Armstrong Dunbar (known for her book and research on Ona Judge -another figure whose story needs to be adapted!!!- the Black woman who successfully escaped enslavement from George Washington's household and was doggedly pursued by him throughout her life) and Salli Richardson-Whitfield as producers... so, Denee Benton's Peggy is authentic... but as much as I like The Gilded Age, I want to combine Fellowes comfort drama... with a CENTRALIZED Black character... Why can't someone do all of it correctly?? WHY??!!!

#I am so sorry...#I may have to attempt to do a video essay on youtube to truly cover what I want to fully say in this..I #blah blah #meta #the buccaneers #the gilded age #bridgerton #black history #marginalized folks in period dramas in comfort period drama is what I want #and done WELL!!#give me sarah forbes bonnetta's life

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anonymergremlin · 2 months

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Romeo thought:

Sometimes Romeo tries to remind himself why he need to keep going on.

So... He ends up having his own little theater show. Showing him good moments of his past like his friendship with Carlo or his time with y/n.

It's cheers him up most of the time.

He needs to move on. Play his role as the king of puppets.

And forgot his former role as Romeo.

#lies of p #lies of p romeo #lies of p x reader #headcanon #oh Romeo oh romeo #i am so sorry...

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adoptsomecookies · 1 year

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I will not be posting from today to the rest of the week for mental health reasons, I will return in three days time, take care everyone

#i am suffering from too much burnout #i need a break #i am so sorry...#yelling at the divines

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scior · 1 year

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hiii :3

#OOC .#its been 84 years...#i am so sorry...#He will be Back.

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halfseoulco · 1 year

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Double, double, toil and trouble: A BTS x Hogwarts AU

Originally published on Thursday, February 1st, 2022 for Instagram

Updated on Sunday, March 19th, 2023 — "Oh, is the Head Girl going to join us in some rule breaking?" Yoongi snarked playfully as I approached.

"As Head Boy, I resent that comment, Yoongichi," Seokjin said primly, his clearly recently buffed and polished Head Boy badge gleaming from where it was pinned ostentatiously to the front of his robes.

I tugged on the end of Yoongi's silver and green scarf in response as I passed by him, joining my seven friends who were gathered by the entrance to Hogsmeade village. Hogwarts had come a long way since the days where people would only stick to their own houses. My own friend group was a testament to how easily friendships could be forged between them, boasting two Gryffindors, two Ravenclaws, two Slytherins, and two Hufflepuffs—and both the Head Boy and Head Girl.

Well, it actually hadn’t been that easy.

The years following The Battle of Hogwarts had been rocky at best; and most people had still been hesitant to welcome the house of Slytherin back with open arms. However, Jimin and Yoongi were some of the most loyal friends I knew, if a little mischievous with a slight disregard for the rules. They were also the most reluctant to join our little group, although that had eventually been remedied by Taehyung and Hoseok’s constant gifts of sweets they had charmed the house elves into giving them, thanks to the Hufflepuff dormitories’ close proximity to the kitchens.

And of course, if Kim Seokjin decided he was going to befriend you, you really had very little choice in the matter.

Becoming friends with Kim Namjoon had taken almost no time at all, the two of us sharing almost all of our classes due to us being in the same house. He was the perfect study partner, always willing to join me in the Ravenclaw common room or the library to go over essays or debate the ethics of Aurors using certain spells when hunting down criminals. We often shared a table with Jung Hoseok whenever Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had classes together, his friendly and cooperative nature making it easy to befriend him. He was also a good person to have in your group during Care of Magical Creatures, his natural affinity for creatures of all kinds earning us a smoother path to an Outstanding mark in the class.

My friendship with Seokjin had started out as a rivalry for top marks—one that lasted for the first four years of our time at Hogwarts before he invited me to Hogsmeade and bought me a butterbeer as a form of truce.

“You and I are going to be prefects next year, Min,” he had told me confidently, “so I daresay we’d better learn to get along.”

True to his word, we had both been chosen as prefects in fifth year; and now as Head Boy and Girl, we often did our rounds together. His presence at our group study sessions in the library also meant that Madame Pince often looked the other way when we got a little too rowdy, which had nothing to do with the fact that he was the Head Boy and everything to do with the fact that he was the first Hogwarts student to win Witch Weekly’s Most Handsome Face of the Year. I tended to avoid Gryffindors as a general rule but although Seokjin came with that sometimes overwhelming bravado, he also came with the kind of devotion and “I will fight not only for you but with you” nature that Gryffindors could be counted on for.

Also in our year, Min Yoongi was one of those distant cousins I saw from afar at family gatherings around the holidays, mostly keeping to himself—especially since he came from a long line of pureblood Slytherins who thought that they were better than everyone else in the family. We pretended not to know each other for the first couple of years until one of the older Slytherins tried to pick a fight with me for being half-blood and Yoongi in all his third-year glory came along and chased them off with the promise that the seventh-year would be hearing from the Min family lawyers. Namjoon did his best to not seem shocked when Yoongi joined us in the library for the first time but they hit it off almost right away, much to their own surprise—but not to mine.

“Another Min!” Seokjin had exclaimed when he had first joined us. “As if dealing with one wasn’t enough!”

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had entered Hogwarts the year after the five of us, each of them joining our collective in their own interesting way. Kim Taehyung, ever the odd yet charming boy, had latched onto Hoseok with such familiarity that we soon accepted him into our growing group with no qualms. Park Jimin, who had followed Yoongi everywhere despite the older boy’s instructions not to, ended up at a Hogsmeade outing with all of us, refusing to really speak to anyone except Yoongi even though he had come along of his own accord. He had then sat through several library study sessions where he only made snippy comments before Yoongi had told him to play nice with his friends or get lost. Now he and Taehyung were joined at the hip and he was always the first to offer to poison anyone who messed with any of us. And Jeon Jungkook... Well, let’s just say that Seokjin came down to breakfast one day dragging an adorable boy with round doe eyes behind him, shouting about how the Gryffindor team now had the first first-year Quidditch player since Harry Potter himself. Now as a sixth year, Jungkook had more muscle than the rest of us combined—but he still let Seokjin drag him around as if he weighed nothing. Jungkook had joined the group first thanks to his own friendships with Jimin and Taehyung; and when Seokjin had seen him sitting there that first day, he had squawked with the air of someone who had been utterly betrayed.

Now, in the present, our group fit together like matching puzzle pieces.

"The biggest rule you've broken this year is when you used an alternate ingredient during Potions, hyung," Jimin sassed at Yoongi, tossing his own silver and green scarf over his shoulder. “Besides, I’d hardly call going to The Three Broomsticks for a drink ‘rule-breaking’.”

"Nice one, Jimin!" Taehyung cheered appreciatively, bumping fists with his soulmate.

“He got you there, hyung," Jungkook agreed.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, pretending to be more offended than I knew he really was. He had always had a soft spot for the younger ones, letting them take advantage of his marshmallow heart that he kept hidden behind an icy exterior.

"Okay, kids, let's get going before our table gets taken," Namjoon said, steering Jungkook by the shoulders towards The Three Broomsticks, eager to be out of the cold.

"Our table is never taken," Jimin reminded him.

"Don’t you ever learn, Yoongi? The younger ones are always running circles around you," Hoseok said brightly, tightening his black and yellow scarf around his neck as we started shuffling through the snow down the path.

"The disrespect," Yoongi grumbled.

"Come on," I laughed, looping my arm with his. "Let the Head Girl buy you a butterbeer."

"Now we're talking."

None of us wanted to think or talk about what would happen in a few months—that our group would be split up when Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and I graduated and went our separate ways while Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook would still have another year to take their N.E.W.T.s and prepare for their own post-Hogwarts journey.

Seokjin, to no one’s surprise, had already been offered a position as an intern in the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic, his natural diplomacy and good looks endearing him to the Head of the Department—whom he had casually bumped into while browsing through academic journals at Flourish & Blott’s the summer before our seventh year had started.

Yoongi’s family was putting him to work post-graduation at their firm, where he would be analyzing cases and legal reports and all sorts of unpleasant things. He complained about it often but while he didn’t want to work for his family, we all knew that he actually really wanted to be a lawyer—and the family business was a great place for him to build up the experience. He confessed to me one night that he planned to open his own practice someday with the goal of helping as many people as possible, especially Slytherin families who had not taken part during the Dark Lord’s reign of terror but had suffered all sorts of injustices at the hands of the public—and the Wizengamot in the form of ridiculous fines and imprisonment.

Hoseok would be working part-time at Eeylop’s Owl Emporium in Diagon Alley—although we all knew he would move his way up in no time. He claimed that his experience picking out his owl had left such a distinct impression on him that he was determined to do the same for incoming first years looking for companions to bring with them to Hogwarts. He had been offered an internship with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures but he refused, insisting that his talents were more useful elsewhere.

Namjoon, predictably, was heading off to Oxford to pursue dual specialties in Charms and Ancient Runes, although he was still debating adding a third specialty in Transfiguration—just for fun—all with the goal of eventually securing a position in the Department of Mysteries after a few years of study and experience. In spite of my rivalry with Seokjin, it had been Namjoon who had quietly earned top marks every year—a fact that Seokjin had later admitted had led him to invite me to The Three Broomsticks in fourth year to propose our truce. And while Namjoon had indeed been chosen as the other Ravenclaw prefect during our fifth year, his desire for a quiet life outside of the spotlight had prompted Headmistress Granger to make Seokjin Head Boy instead. Regardless of this choice, he’d had his pick of universities who wanted to be able to say that they had Kim Namjoon as a student.

As for myself, I had managed to write my way into an internship at The Daily Prophet, something that few recent Hogwarts graduates ever achieved. I considered myself lucky—Headmistress Granger had very generously written a long recommendation letter on my behalf—and Yoongi would neither confirm nor deny that the Editor-in-Chief had received a strongly worded note from The Law Offices of Min & Associates. I really didn’t care for the idea of using family connections to get by but at the same time... I wasn’t going to look a gift internship in the mouth.

“Eight butterbeers, please,” Yoongi said, sliding a handful of Galleons across the counter.

“Yoongi,” I protested.

“Let him spend his family’s money,” Seokjin said airily, grabbing a bottle. “You know how it brings him such joy.”

The younger ones snickered, snatching their own bottles off the counter as they followed Namjoon towards our usual table—one that mysteriously left itself vacant for us every time we visited.

“I may or may not have charmed it so that people come up with some excuse not to sit there every time they approach it,” Jimin had told us once.

“Jimin, that’s brilliant,” Seokjin had said, taken aback. “I won’t even take points away from Slytherin, that’s how brilliant it is.”

“I’m going to miss this,” Jungkook said, lower lip trembling.

“Oh, Jungkook, please don’t start this now,” Hoseok cried dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “Hyung will start crying just thinking about being separated from his babies.”

Jungkook fidgeted in his seat.

“I just want to be with you all forever,” he huffed, picking at the label on his butterbeer bottle. “is that too much to ask?”

“Jungkook, hyung can buy us a house in London—“

“Min Yoongi!” I interrupted, appalled.

“I’ll do it,” he said flatly.

“Everyone is going to be in London by the time the maknaes graduate from Hogwarts, except for Namjoon,” Seokjin said thoughtfully, “and Oxford isn’t too far, only about an hour away by train. We could definitely manage.”

“And no one has to pay rent,” Yoongi added.

“Yoongi, we will absolutely pay rent, don’t be ridiculous,” I nudged him with my elbow.

“Wait, I like not having to pay rent,” Taehyung said quickly.

“How about this, I’ll calculate your rent based on how well you all do on your N.E.W.T.s,” Yoongi suggested. “I’ll have to come up with a system, but I think that’s fair. The better you do, the lower your rent will be.”

“Let’s start studying as soon as we get back,” Taehyung said, turning to Jimin, who only laughed.

“There will be plenty of time to study,” Namjoon soothed. “Don’t start worrying about it now.”

“it’s so cool that you all have something lined up for after graduation,” Jimin said wistfully, waving Taehyung away. “I have no idea what I want to do after I leave Hogwarts.”

“Well, we know that Jungkook is going to be scouted right away,” Seokjin boasted, ruffling the younger boy’s hair affectionately. “The teams will be fighting amongst themselves to sign him.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined, embarrassed.

“It’s true, though,” I agreed. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t been exchanging letters with Ginny, we all know that the Potters took an interest in you after that last Gryffindor versus Slytherin match.”

“Would you be very much put out if I tried to use being a Min family friend to get a photography internship with The Daily Prophet?” Taehyung asked Yoongi and I.

“Not at all,” we replied at the same time.

“Thank you.”

“Jimin, didn’t you say you wanted to work for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes?” Hoseok remembered.

“Maybe.” Jimin pouted. “They don’t have any internships open right now, though.”

“You still have time, they might open it up next year,” Seokjin pointed out.

“I’m also thinking about becoming a Healer,” Jimin admitted, “but I really hate Potions.” He turned towards Yoongi. “Hyung, please tutor me. You’re so good at Potions!”

“You could literally ask Professor Malfoy.”

“He’s scary!”

“You’re scary!”

“I think we’re all in agreement that no one wants to work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, though,” Namjoon said wryly.

“Bloody hell, no,” Yoongi snorted. “All cops can sod off.”

“Harry Potter is an Auror,” Jungkook reminded him.

“All cops except Harry Potter can sod off.”

“Did someone say Harry Potter?”

The eight of us all straightened up at once at the sight of Ginny Potter, née Weasley, approaching our table. Jungkook jumped up from his seat at once, darting forward to shake her hand with the utmost reverence and respect.

“Mrs. Potter!” he greeted her.

“Please, Jungkook, how many times have I told you to call me Ginny?” she laughed, swatting at him playfully. “Are these all your friends?”

“Yes, this is—“

“Kim Seokjin, I recognize your face from the cover of Witch Weekly,” Ginny finished for him. “And you two—“ She pointed at Yoongi and I. “Min family, right?”

“That’s right,” Yoongi said a little curtly.

Ginny pretended not to notice.

“All the professors speak very highly of you, even Malfoy,” she went on, addressing Namjoon, “and getting him to say something nice about anyone except Hermione is like pulling teeth.”

“Oh, well, that’s very kind of him,” Namjoon said, blushing profusely.

“Charlie told me that you’re very good with creatures,” Ginny said to Hoseok, “even dragons, which are very temperamental and difficult to work with. Have you considered going to Romania?”

“Not at all,” he replied cheerfully. “I’m going to be working at Eeylop’s after graduation. But I’ll think about it!”

If Ginny thought it odd that someone as promising as Hoseok would want to work at a magical pet store instead of with dragons in another country, she didn't let it show.

“And you two have another year left as well?” she asked, looking at Jimin and Taehyung.

They both nodded rapidly.

“Knowing Jungkook and his ability to surround himself with talented friends, I just know that all of your futures are going to be so bright,” the red-haired Quidditch player told them. “I need to run off but I’ll be in touch, okay, Jungkook?”

“Of course, Mrs. P—Ginny,” Jungkook corrected himself.

Ginny waved at them before exiting The Three Broomsticks, leaving their entire table stunned.

“Well, that was... something,” Seokjin said under his breath.

“I think she’s right about one thing, though,” Taehyung said, beaming. “Our futures are going to be so bright, no matter what we decide to do.”

Seven years later...

“Namjoon, don’t forget your lunch again!” Yoongi called out.

Already halfway out the door, Namjoon ran back into the kitchen, grabbing the insulated lunch bag Yoongi had packed for him off the counter.

“Thanks, hyung!”

“Go make a difference, Joon.”

True to his word, immediately following graduation, Yoongi put down a deposit on two townhouses right next to each other in London, equal distance from both the Ministry and his family's law firm. He did indeed come up with a fair and effective system for calculating our individual monthly rent payments based on our N.E.W.T.s results, which meant that we were all basically paying Knuts to live in the kind of affluent neighborhood recent Hogwarts graduates had no business living in. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook joined us a year later—although as everyone expected, Jungkook spent the least amount of time at home, his training and game schedule playing for Puddlemere United keeping him away more often than not. Seokjin, Yoongi, Namjoon, and I lived in one townhouse while Hoseok played den mother to Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook in the other.

And just like that—just as Ginny Potter had predicted—things ended up working out in the best way possible.

Following his year-long internship at the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Seokjin was offered an entry-level position, which he used as an opportunity to work his way up to becoming the youngest department head in the history of the Ministry of Magic. He was the long-standing favorite to become the next Minister, although like a true politician, he successfully skirted around every question that pertained to his future political aspirations. He was also the longest-running winner of Witch Weekly's Most Handsome Face of the Year, currently touting an eight-year record.

Yoongi was running his own law practice as he had intended, having left his family's firm two years ago. Min Family Law was praised by The Daily Prophet as the number one firm in the UK for pro bono work—although I was certainly not the one to write that particular article. The rest of the family didn't understand his penchant for charity but we had also stopped attending family dinners so neither of us were especially bothered by their snide comments.

Hoseok, the perfect fit for his job at Eeylop's, ended up becoming the manager of the entire emporium, the owner having wanted to retire early to his family and taken a liking to his newest employee almost instantly. Hoseok seized the opportunity to open a second location in Hogsmeade, specializing in less conventional creatures, which he loaned to the school for Care of Magical Creatures classes—leading him to meet his now fiancée, Opal Lee-Rivers, the new Care of Magical Creatures professor.

After my own internship with The Daily Prophet, I accepted their offer as a contributing writer, getting promoted to Assistant Editor after three years while secretly working on the side with Yoongi to get Min Family Law up and running. (Technically, I was a silent partner but no one really knew that.) The word on the street was that the Prophet's Editor-in-Chief was retiring at the end of the year—and I was already in talks to take over his position once he did.

Namjoon being Namjoon finished his triple specialties in Charms, Ancient Runes, and Transfiguration in record time—three years at Oxford working day and night. When he graduated, he moved to London permanently, where he interviewed for and was immediately offered a position in the Department of Mysteries like he had always planned. To everyone’s surprise, then newly promoted department head Seokjin took an interest in him, taking advantage of their shared workplace to strike up conversations between meetings, during lunch breaks, and in the lift. Even though the pair had been friends for three years prior at Hogwarts, they hadn't spoken much during Namjoon's time at Oxford; and the vast majority of their relationship developed at the Ministry. After a year of him being oblivious to Seokjin's attempts to flirt with him, they started dating—much to every witch's disappointment.

Jimin chose to take a gap year, so to speak, working nights at the Leaky Cauldron while he studied for his exam to begin training as a Healer. Despite his grumbling, Yoongi set aside hours to work with him on Potions; and when he finally graduated, St. Mungo's let Jimin know that they had a position open for him. He soon became one of the most requested Healers at the hospital, well-praised for his bedside manner and his ability to get things done.

Taehyung, after dabbling in photography at The Daily Prophet, found himself in true Taehyung fashion being swept away to Paris as a runway model by a Muggle agency. He had no problems being a wizard among Muggles but after a year of being away from Jimin and unable to bear it much longer, he successfully negotiated being sent back to the agency's London headquarters. Now I couldn't go anywhere without seeing his Burberry ad on the side of a double decker bus.

Jungkook was picked up straightaway by the Kenmare Kestrels in Ireland, where he flew four record-breaking seasons before transferring to Puddlemere United, whose owner later admitted to having been advised to pursue him by the Potters. Despite Ginny's best attempts to introduce him to the daughters of her fellow Holyhead Harpies' teammates, Jungkook made a horribly drunken confession one New Year's Eve to our very own Min Yoongi—who politely refused on the grounds that Jungkook was not home often enough to make a relationship possible.

Jungkook signed with Puddlemere United three months later.

Being in Dorset meant that Apparition was an easy solution for being away from London as often as he was and Yoongi eventually returned his affections once he realized that the younger boy was making a concerted effort to be around more.

Now Yoongi was making lunches for seven grown adults—the benefits of owning his own business and getting to set his own hours.

"You may have wondered why I gathered you all here tonight," he said one evening as we were all seated at a large table in the back of a very upscale restaurant in Chelsea.

"I'm sure you're about to tell us, Yoongichi," Seokjin quipped, his hand laced with Namjoon's on top of the table.

Yoongi glared at him.

"Go on, hyung," Jungkook prodded gently from beside him.

"As I was saying," Yoongi went on, eyeing Seokjin pointedly, "I have brought you all here to make an announcement." He paused for a moment, looking around the table to make sure we were all listening attentively. "We're moving."

"Moving?"

"Hyung, what do you mean we're moving?"

"Moving where?"

Yoongi slid a large photograph across the table. We all put our heads together to get a closer look at what looked like a sprawling mansion with at least several stories and vast swathes of emerald green surrounding it on all sides. There was even a large opulent fountain in the middle of a circular driveway just beyond the front wrought-iron gates.

"Yoongi," I said slowly, "what are we looking at exactly?"

"Min Manor," he replied matter-of-factly.

"I'm sorry, did you say Min Manor?"

"Don't you already have one of those?" Jimin asked, frowning.

"No, that's Min Estates," Yoongi corrected, "and it belongs to my family. This one is mine—and you're all moving in."

"I'm confused," Taehyung muttered. "When did you have time to make the money to afford this?"

Yoongi had the good grace to look slightly sheepish.

"I put all of your rent payments into a separate account and used the money to make the down payment," he admitted.

"Yoongi, we weren't even paying you that much to begin with!" I scolded him.

"Okay, so I maybe supplemented the rest with my own money." He shrugged. "It was worth it."

"Yoongi... this is... incredible," Namjoon said softly. "I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't." Yoongi shook his head. "You've all been the best friends I could've asked for—and like Jungkook said all those years ago, I just want to be with you all forever."

"Aw, he likes us," Hoseok crooned, leaning in to smack a loud kiss on Yoongi's cheek.

"Okay, okay, okay, that's enough!" Yoongi snapped, shoving him away, although there was no real bite to it. "You overly emotional fool."

"Oh, he definitely likes us," Taehyung agreed, shoving himself into Jungkook's lap to latch onto Yoongi's arm.

Yoongi tried unsuccessfully to wrench himself free from Taehyung's grasp, seeming to now regret his momentary show of affection.

"Park Jimin, please rid me of your soulmate's tenacious hold," he griped, addressing his fellow Slytherin.

"Oh, you know him, he just does as he likes," Jimin said, unconcerned.

"Yoongichi, this is a very generous gift," Seokjin told him seriously. "I must insist that you let us all take part in paying to maintain such a residence, now that we have all risen in our respective careers."

"Oh, trust me, future Minister of Magic, your portion will be the largest."

"Now, now, Yoongichi, it hasn't been announced that I'm running."

"But we all know you are—and you'll win," I said, rolling my eyes.

"That remains to be seen."

"Spoken like a true politician," Yoongi scoffed.

"Alright, children, settle down." I cleared my throat. "I'd like to propose a toast... to this amazing group of friends who have managed to stay together for so many years. Here's to many, many more. To us!"

"To us!" seven other voices chorused, raising their glasses.

"And to our very own moneybags, Mr. Min Yoongi," Seokjin added slyly, winking at his friend across the table.

"Hear, hear!" Taehyung agreed.

Later that night, back in the townhouses that would soon no longer be their home, tucked away in Yoongi's spacious master bedroom, Jungkook rolled over on his side to face his boyfriend.

"You did it, hyung," he said quietly. "You made my dream come true."

Yoongi smiled lovingly at him in the dark, scooting forward until his forehead touched Jungkook's.

"Oh, Jungkook," he whispered against his cheek, "it was always all for you."

#GeniusLabStorytime #BTS #Hogwarts #BTS x Hogwarts #Not at all age accurate #It really took me a whole year to touch this up and release it #more than a year #I am so sorry...

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“Your mom” gone wrong. Not the right person.

this is lowkey so unserious don't kill me. it's a reference to all that stuff about his mother that I am seeing.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel art #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #dad beat dad #appleradio #lucifer hazbin hotel #fanart #also on tiktok it has this freaky sound in the background so it's more sad and less threatening #it's funny seeing how differently people react #thye're all crying over there #i am so sorry tiktokers !! ..

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so bc i am a Gross Dude my friends i and sometimes rate our burps and my coworker (who is a teen girl) burped in front of me once and i instinctively rated it

so now every time she burps she looks to me hopefully for a rating and bc she has delicate little baby burps i now have to create an entirely new Burp Rating System unique to her bc i rate anything below a 5 and she looks at me like this

#pidge speaks #im so sorry babe but i am a Monster #i am a demon #my burps register on the richter scale #i can burp on command #i used to be that kid who burped my abcs to impress people

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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

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