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lolathestoryteller · 7 days
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in case (April 24th prompt; Enchantment) @jilymicrofics
so…I wrote another letter, because they’re so angsty and I am in that kind of mood today…Lily‘s letter to Harry, written sometime before Halloween '81…
My darling Harry,
You can’t imagine how hard it is to write this letter. I have been trying to find the perfect words to make sure that, by the end of it, you‘d understand just how much I love you. Then I realized that no words could ever really hold that much power. I love you so much that not even the word love seems accurate enough.
I know, I’m being corny and it’s probably embarrassing you, but you know…I’m your Mum and so I’m afraid it’s my job to do that.
But seriously, Harry…I really want you to know that there isn’t anybody that stands a chance to rival how much I love you, how utterly and entirely enchanted I am every time you look at me or smile for me.
The moment I’ve first held you, you‘ve taken a hold of my heart. I knew the moment your tiny little fingers grasped mine that I would do absolutely anything to make sure you‘d be okay. Anything, Harry.
I hope you‘ll never have to read this letter, and I promise if we all make it out okay I’ll burn it to bits and you’ll never know it ever existed. But, I’m writing it anyways, just in case. In case I won‘t be there to tell you how much your Dad and I love you myself. In case I won‘t be able to hold your hand to take you to King‘s Cross…and squeeze you too tightly when we’ll have to say goodbye as you board the train to Hogwarts.
Whatever happens, the one thing I know is that you‘re already a wonderful person.
I’m so proud of you Harry. We both are.
I hope that, wherever you are right now and whatever obstacles you might have to face, you know just how loved you are. We’ll always be there, even though it might not seem that way. We’re always with you.
Please be safe, sweetheart. And remember, bravery sometimes means accepting help, instead of trying to take on the world alone. I‘ve learned that thanks to your Dad. I hope you’ll take my word for it, if nothing else, I can give you this advice.
You’ll do great, I know you will, but I’m crossing my fingers anyways, just in case.
And I promise that, wherever I might be, I’ll be watching over you, and cheer proudly for your every success!
With all my love,
Mum
sorry i know…so sappy ,:)
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Hii sorry I promised myself I'd post a chapter of in hiding weekly but long story short my health sucks and my medication is NOT helping very much
I'm really sorry, and thank you so so much to everyone who read the first 2 chapters
I promise I'll get back to it next week
If you haven't, go check the fic out please :)
In Hiding by Keepkeepmyhistoryasecret
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tinyascanbe · 2 days
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looking out for my nxt window of opportunity to sneak the f outta here
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sliebman10 · 2 years
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Found
Maybe the owl got lost.
Maybe Remus had forgotten about the code of coordinates they’d used during the war.
Maybe Remus didn’t want to come.
Maybe-
There he was.
Like a long lost vision.
Like a dream given life.
Remus looked around.
“There aren’t any protective spells,” he said.
“I don’t have a wand.”
Remus tossed him a duffel bag, hastily packed but full.
Sirius drew out a wand that was all at once familiar and alien.
“My uncle’s wand? Where did you-”
“It was in your things.”
“You kept my…” he trailed off, unsure.
“Help me, will you?”
“Sure.”
They were quiet as they worked.
And after.
What was there to say?
Twelve years was a long time.
"You found me.” Sirius said.
“Yeah.” Remus said, with a small smile. “I did.”
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awkwardbros · 11 months
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Oh. Ok. What are you…
Ummm. Should we ‘leave’ too?
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to face my life.
Anna Dorn, from Exalted
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1introvertedsage · 10 months
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So afraid to be seen ~ you're hiding from yourself.
~I.S.~
⁂27.2023.01
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kinziethings · 11 months
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REVIEW: The Alchemy of Moonlight By David Ferraro
When Emile’s aunt declares he must marry or be disowned for being gay—he runs away to hide as a servant in Count Montoni’s mansion. In their service, Emile tends to the family who all suffer a strange affliction on the full moon. And after overhearing suspicious family arguments, he finds a body on the estate, drawing the attention of a handsome doctor as well as the count’s charismatic nephew,…
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spockvarietyhour · 4 months
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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"
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sleepy-bebby · 3 months
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marypsue · 4 months
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One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!
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ahfrickenfrick · 1 month
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nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”
and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.
no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim
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willabee · 5 months
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hey have you guys seen willabee
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sliebman10 · 2 years
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Honey
He hadn't had something as simple as honey in his tea for twelve years. Now he puts in too much, luxuriating in the sticky sweetness mixed with the scalding liquid. 
Remus joins him at the table and offers him half of the paper. He takes it but instead of reading, he just looks at Remus. His molten honey eyes as sweet as the nectar drizzled across his spoon. 
Sirius squeezes Remus's hand and Remus's face breaks into that smile he remembers so well now that he doesn't have to hide his happy memories. 
Sweet. Like honey. 
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laughingcatwrites · 5 months
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As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.
For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.
But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.
Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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But your targets are in hiding. Your bull's eye is a secret. You're aiming at ghosts in snow. It's May.
Jill Alexander Essbaum, from Would-Land
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