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[autumnsnuggling]

About my blog

Hey guys, welcome to my blog (which was previously known as 'thelightfury115').

This is my happy place, the place I come to take a breather from real life insanity. Things that help me do that will therefore be reblogged here. Mostly, this will be drarry, but also literally anything I find amusing or important. I also post original content when real life allows me to be creative, most of which is drarry fics (you can find my AO3 here). Do not repost my works without my permission.

This blog ships and lets ship. This blog knows that J K Rowling is a massive bigot and does not support her in the slightest. This blog knows that trans rights are human rights. This blog doesn’t kink shame. This blog doesn’t character bash (if I state I don’t like a character I’ll tag it as #anti [insert name here]). This blog is made by an adult and therefore may have explicit content (always tagged #nfsw or #nsfwish). It’s your responsibility to filter those tags if you do not wish to see them. This blog does not support reposters as they are stealing other people's property. This blog will never be put behind a paywall (seriously Tumblr, what the fuck.).

Tagging System:

To try and find my stuff (Tumblr willing), I endeavor to use the following tags (though older stuff will likely not follow all of this):

#drarry - for anything drarry

#non hp - for anything not Harry Potter related

#my writing #autumnsnugglingwrites - for my original stuff

#mental health

#storytime #story time - for the wonderful random rambles or reddit things that get reblogged around here

#things that make me happy

#long post - for anything I deem long lol

#signal boost - for things I’d like to get more publicity

#writing struggles - for everything to do with writing that isn't actually writing 😂

In front of any triggering content, I usually put tw ‘word’, so for depression I’d put ‘#tw depression’. Anything you’d like me to add a tag to, please let me know <3

Finally: Asks, Prompts, and Tags:

I absolutely love getting asks, whether that’s for a fic, advice, drabbles and headcanons, or just to say hi. You’re always welcome to send me an ask, but with fic requests I can’t make any promises I’ll get to them fast (or at all) due to real life. I also have a few squicks (infidelity being the main one), so those requests/prompts will just be deleted sorry. I also love being tagged in things and if I can, I will do it, but I don't do piccrews because I'm weird lol ♥️

Hope you enjoy my blog! <3

[eisenkrahe]

Last year JK Rowling personally funded a group called Sex Matters to amend UK law so that trans women *overnight* went from legally women to legally men. This has resulted in mass exclusion of the trans community from numerous organizations, along with ongoing violent assaults on both trans and cis women alike.

With the new Harry Potter series she will be making a reported $20 million per-season renewal + other performance dependent royalties. She has been open across multiple interviews regarding her intentions to use said funds to push forth even more trans targeted legislation in the years to come.

This isn’t a “she gets paid no matter what” situation. The more eyeballs on this show the more money she has to actively harm vulnerable communities. By engaging with it you are directly supporting this and otherwise making a conscious choice to consume HP over doing the literal very least possible to not destroy the lives of trans people across the world.

If my stating the objective facts above upsets you then feel free to unfriend and move along. Your nostalgia-goggles feelings for a tired, problematic franchise mean nothing to me compared to the welfare of my trans friends and loved ones."

If you care more about badly written children's books and imaginary wizards more than you do about real people in the real world do it far the fuck away from me.

Don't try to be in my life.

In fact, you are cordially invited to eat shit and die.

[waknatious]

DO

NOT

WATCH

THIS.

[florallychaotic]

Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

[snowonthebeachmp3]

trans actual uk - trans led and run advocacy, education and empowerment organisation

fiveforfive - collective fund for trans women and girls and transfem causes

gendered intelligence - trans led advocacy org

mermaids - supports trans youth

akt - lgbtq youth homelessness charity

loving me - domestic abuse service for trans people in england

not a phase - for trans adults

[matamatoki]

Here's some from Wales

Trans Aid Cymru - supporting trans people in wales

Queer Emporium - hub of queer businesses and events

And ones who operate in Wales but also across the UK

TIN Wadrobe - supplying clothes for trans and gnc people

G(end)er Swap - resources and events for trans style and gender expression

[severalowls]

Adding some from Scotland I have experience with and afaik take donations, some are broader but with good trans inclusion:

Scottish Trans - Trans advocacy, information and social events. Run by the Equality Network, a broader Scottish LGBTQI advocacy group.

LEAP Sports Scotland - Sports charity that advocates for queer inclusion in sports, runs trans sports groups (Trans Active) in at least Glasgow and Edinburgh that I can absolutely recommend.

LGBT Health & Wellbeing - Not trans specific but includes trans specific, trans led and trans inclusive support and social events, and supports a variety of smaller community-run subgroups.

And another couple UK-wide:

Gender Identity Research & Education Society - Trans led charity supporting research on trans matters and education/training on trans inclusion. Does consultancy for public and private sector organisations.

Trans Kids Deserve Better - Trans advocacy and activist group led by and for trans kids. They do good work.

[existennialmemes]

The crux of the anti trans movement is a war on bodily autonomy. They don't want you to have any agency over what you look like, how you dress, who you date, whether to have kids, etc.

They want total control over you. Not just trans people. Not just queer people. You. Everyone.

Trans people are just a scapegoat. They want total control over everyone's self expression. They want the right to mold you into their perfect little cog in their dehumanizing machine.

Happy Trans Day of Visibility. Our rights are your rights. Our destruction is your destruction.

[our-trans-punk-experience]

10/10 post bringing it back for 2026

[mortalityplays]

happy tdov to people who don't pass or have no interest in passing, who can't pass because there is no culturally recognised category for the way they want to be recognised, who flip flop and fuck around, who can't hide their transness and have to plan their everyday around being visible, who can't signal their transness and have to come out over and over because the default presumption is intolerable, who don't have the resources yet or the knowhow or the willpower to change what they want to change, whose transness is warped by a hegemonic image of ideal transness that is almost as difficult to escape as the hegemonic image of cisness, who don't have a justification prepared for the assertion that they are trans but can no longer justify the assertion that they are not, who have a million justifications that are all surplus to the fundamental requirement (that society mandated one articulation of you and you chose another), et cetera and so forth across the world and universe forever. your version is right. don't concede.

[staff]

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

[nsasquith]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: “Weak” wc 552 / 18+

“I’ve missed you,” Draco says, the words barely louder than a breath. “Missed you more than I know what to do with.”

Responding would be the polite thing to do, but Harry is far beyond politeness. Far beyond language.

All he can do is arch, reaching blindly, guiding Draco’s hand to his throat.

Draco doesn’t stop there.

No—his hand slides higher, thumb pressing into Harry’s mouth, forcing it open, dragging the sound from him like it belongs to him.

“You were right,” Draco says.

“Abou’?” Harry finally manages, the word dissolving the moment Draco shifts, the change in angle stealing whatever thought he had left. “Ungh—”

His hand scrambles back, fingers curling tight around the headboard. It knocks against the wall with every movement, hard enough that Harry knows he’ll be fixing the damage in the morning.

If he can still stand by then.

“I’m an idiot,” Draco hisses. “I don’t—Merlin—I don’t say that lightly.”

He releases Harry’s mouth and drops down, pressing his face into the hollow of Harry’s collarbone, breath hot and uneven. One arm wraps around as much of Harry as he can claim, holding him there, keeping him exactly where he wants him, while the other braces, relentless in its rhythm.

“Three weeks is—Jesus—Draco, right there—”

Harry is trying to say that three weeks of no contact is nothing to be sniffed at. Almost impressive.

Three weeks ago, they’d argued. As they often did.

Harry can’t even remember what it started over. Only how it ended.

Draco storming out of Grimmauld Place, sharp and cutting, saying he could go longer without reaching out than Harry could. That he didn’t need him. That this—whatever this was—was just sex.

Harry isn’t ashamed to admit that it hurt.

Because how could Draco believe that?

When Harry had given him a drawer. When his toothbrush sat beside Harry’s in the bathroom, his tea tucked neatly into the cupboard like it belonged there. When their Sundays had become slow and lazy and theirs—limbs tangled in sheets and shared orgasms.

How could Draco think it was only ever this?

Granted, this was good. Draco knew exactly how to strum each string, how to pull whatever sound he wanted from Harry.

But it was never just sex.

“You've made me so weak,” Draco forces out.

Not because the words hurt—but because he’s so close to the edge it’s taking everything in him not to fall.

But Harry is there, and hearing those words does it.

With a gasp, he comes undone, his body breaking untouched—and that seems to tip Draco over as well, following only a heartbeat later.

They remain connected, and this is Harry’s favourite part.

The aftermath.

It gives him a moment to take Draco in properly—the rise and fall of his chest, the faint scent of mint on his skin, the silk of his hair beneath Harry’s fingers.

The way he looks now, flushed and unguarded, as he finally gathers the strength to push himself up.

“We’re more… aren’t we?” Draco asks, the question soft and uncertain. Like he doesn’t quite believe he deserves the answer.

Harry cups his jaw, steady and sure.

“We always have been,” he says. “But I can be strong enough for the pair of us.”

[stuckinapril]

Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet

[stuckinapril]

She’s so one dimensionally evil you guys 😭😭 how is she real

[mintedwitcher]

read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.

our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.

trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.

[tgraywrites]

[hail-dondus]

It looks like they’re dropping a teaser trailer for the new Harry Potter reboot tomorrow

Just a few important and gentle reminders:

🫶🏻 DO NOT WATCH THIS FUCKING SHOW 🫶🏻

If you claim you support human rights - not just trans rights but human rights in general - yet still plan to watch this show, unfollow me. You’re a fucking hypocrite and I don’t want you following me.

Do not watch it even if you’re hate watching it, it still contributes to streaming revenue and views!

The adults in this reboot of the franchise are FULLY accountable for choosing to do this show and accepting a pay cheque over supporting a minority group. Even if they claim they support trans rights, they’re cowards and don’t actually support them at all.

The kids do NOT deserve abuse or hate, whether it’s because you’re comparing them to Dan/Rupert/Emma or because you’re boycotting due to the author’s views. They are literal CHILDREN.

Your nostalgia over a children’s series about kids going to school is NOT more important than trans people being respected and having rights. As long as JKR is still alive, she profits off of this.

[scorpionlafemme]

[abogwitchnamedsage]

I don't know who might need to hear this, but I wanted to share something beautiful I had the opportunity to witness.

In the chaos and uncertainty around us, there is still so much love and hope.

A few weeks ago, a local international student nervously approached me and asked if I could photograph his wedding reception. We barely know each other — so much so that the only real thing he knew about me was that a) I was a graphic designer and b) he had seen me hold a camera. And the only thing I knew about him was that he came from overseas to study engineering in the U.S.

He explained that his friend (and expected photographer) couldn't make the trip. I sympathized and told him I had a similar situation with my wedding, but then he said something that made my stomach churn.

Almost all his family and friends overseas can't make it. So can't the bride's, as she's studying abroad as well. With the warmest smile, he says while he wishes his family could be there to celebrate, he's so lucky to have great friends who are helping them put on a small reception.

I told him I had it covered and I wouldn't accept payment. Photos like this will be invaluable over time, and I wanted to pay it forward as the volunteer photographer at my own wedding did.

The wedding was this weekend. I cried during it.

His fellow engineering students became wedding planners. A church opened its doors free of charge. Families of local students caught wind of the event and handled the food, learning cultural dishes from the bride and groom's home countries. A mom group banded together to make table centerpieces. A recently married couple donated their leftover decorations. There were almost one hundred guests. Most of us didn't know each other.

It was the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen. Not just because the bride and groom were so deeply in love with one another, but because strangers saw an opportunity to be kind. In a community where hate of anything 'foreign' seems to fester, a bunch of people saw two lovebirds separated from their families, stepped in, and said, "how can we celebrate love today?"

All I saw was love. Maybe we're not as doomed as we think we are.

[millenniallust4death]

I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

[millenniallust4death]

Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️

[xn3city]

Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.

[leavescrown]

Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going

[millenniallust4death]

@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.

[millenniallust4death]

@sseanettles

#hello again martin and bosco!! sending you boys round for another go :)

Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD

[petermorwood]

I’ll always reblog Martin and Bosco when they splash across my dash, because of Reasons.

What’s loved, lives.

[coppercatbird]

Sincerely, Ferret

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: letter | wc: 250 with strikethrough, 100 without

Ferret Malfoy—

Can’t believe I’m writing you a letter but mum’s making me. Harry’s driving me bloody mad. Hermione said you two talked and you’re all right. I’m trying to be the bigger man for some bloody reason. the past’s the past.

I’m not sorry for punching you in the face the last time I saw you.

How’s the nose? You got to keep all your money so I suppose a private healer was no problem.

I’ll start over if you will.

Harry is insane and won’t stop talking about how hot you are, honestly I support his gay awakening but did it have to be you who woke him up? Yuck.

Mum’s inviting you to the Burrow so we can make you think we’ve put things in your food, you can make us feel bad about not being rich toffs, your sour expression will put us off our meals, Harry can drool on you, we can start fresh. She says breaking bread’s the best way. I promise she (probably) won’t kill you like she did your aunt. She specifically told me to say you’ll be safe and welcome.

Sunday, noon. Write back if you’ll join. I hope you’re too cowardly to come, like always.

—Weasley

***

Dearest Weasel,

You do remember we learnt a spell in third year that lets me see everything you scratched out?

I’ll reply to your mother separately, but I’ll be there—if only to see if you’re telling the truth about the drool.

Sincerely,

Ferret

[outromoonyy]

"Why don't you have a girlfriend, Padfoot?" Harry asked, kicking his legs against the kitchen chair.

Sirius paused, the frying pan hovering mid-air. "I have very high standards, Prongslet. Extremely high. Stratospheric."

"Like what?"

"Well. They have to be smart, you know? Someone I can talk to about everything and anything. They also have to be kind, and soft, even when they don't think they are, and—"

"And have scars?" Harry intervened.

Sirius froze. "What?"

"You like scars," Harry said, pointing his fork. "You trace the ones on Moony’s arm when you think he’s asleep watching TV."

Sirius turned slowly to look at Remus, who was studiously reading the paper but had gone bright red at the ears.

"Eat your eggs, Harry," Sirius squeaked.

"So," Harry continued, relentless. "Why doesn't Moony have a girlfriend?"

"Moony is busy," Remus said quickly.

"Busy with what?"

"Waiting."

Sirius went still. He turned to look at the table.

Remus wasn't reading the paper anymore; he was looking directly at him. His eyes were calm. There was no joke or insincerity in them. Just a quiet, steady patience that made Sirius lower the frying pan slowly onto the stove.

They stared at each other in silence, the kind where two people are having a conversation without using any words at all.

Harry looked at Sirius, who seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

He looked at Remus, who hadn't blinked.

"Oh," Harry muttered, lowering his fork. "Okay. I get it."

[rainjulyx]

Rule | 600-something | for @drarrymicrofic

“Myhdndsewethy.” Potter breathessly catches up, hovering, jittery.

Draco doesn't look at him. Tries not to, but that's not relevant. Draco has been in a weird mood all day. All week, if he's being honest. He glares at Potter's bowed head, at his stupid shiny hair that curls around his ears, reflecting the warm neon light in the alleyway.

Draco keeps walking. “Speak in a language that exists.”

“My hand was sweaty!”

Draco halts. “What?”

“That’s why I pulled away.”

Pull away?

Fuck. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Look at me." Potter sounds desperate.

Draco is busy staring at the liquid stain on Potter's emerald coat to look at him. It annoys Draco greatly, how Potter has no care for his possessions. And it was a gift. From Draco. He should be a little careful with it. He should be more careful about most things in life.

All these years, they have been unwilling partners, witnessed each other's making fool of themselves, and reluctantly saved each other's neck countless times. It all only works because there are two rules they never break. Well, two unspoken rules.

1. Let's not talk about it.

2. If we don't talk about it, it never happened.

And fucking Potter is feeling carefree enough tonight to break them. Or—with him standing there with his pink nose and chapped lips, earnestly watching Draco with wide green eyes—careless.

Draco is ready to pretend he didn't hear anything. Then, Potter says, “You definitely know. You grabbed—”

“I did nothing.”

“—my hand. But my hand was sweaty!”

Draco braces himself as he looks up to stare into Potter's eyes. What is Potter doing? Is he cursed, or worse, dying? Why is he talking about it? Why is he not following the rules? “I don't care about your sweaty hand.”

“But did you care about my sweaty forehead?”

“What the fuck are you—”

Potter sigh is audible. He takes a step closer. Draco barely manages not getting cornered to a fucking lampost.

Potter points at his own forehead. There are strands of hair falling softly over the spot. “You kissed me—” the earth stops rotating “—on here when I was half-asleep, half-drugged in that cottage in Madrid. I was in so much pain from that explosion but I knew.”

Fucking hell. Draco glares at the likely-firewhisky stain in Potter's cashmere coat. It still grates on his nerves. Even more now. “You knew nothing.”

Draco came here for a celebratory drink. For the cocktails. Not to be utterly humiliated by Harry bloody Potter, Draco's—fucking hell. Draco doesn't talk about this. He is not breaking the rules. “So what are you saying?”

“You've been brooding all week! It's driving me mad!”

Draco grits his teeth. “You think I was mad because I accidentally touched your hand? Dream on!”

Potter's eyes crumble. The nerve. “We were both exhausted that night! We almost died. And you tried to hold my hand. But it was sweaty.” Potter's voice trembles. Potter wipes his hand on that cashmere fabric. “It was sweaty. I wasn't in the right mind. I'm sorry.” Then, just barely above a whisper, in a quivering breath, the admission escapes Potter's lips. “I regret it every day.”

What. The. Fuck.

Draco's lungs give up on air.

A sweaty hand catches Draco's hand. Sweaty fingers latch between Draco's fingers.

Draco has no idea whose hand is sweaty anymore. Or shaking.

Draco can only stare. The way their skin contrasts. The way the fingers fit. The way the hands are tethered close. The way the the palms are wet.

Draco raises the taut hands. He locks his gaze to Potter's eyes. He doesn't breathe as he brings Potter's wrist closer to his face. He ducks and rests his nose on Potter's skin, breathing in, smelling soap and sweat. Draco's lips linger on Potter's pulse, in a tender touch that broke the chains around Draco's cold heart.

Potter smiles. His eyes beam.

Draco diverts his gaze. Fuck the rules. He clears his throat. “I kissed your hand.”

There's a smile in Potter's voice. “Kiss me, fucker.”

[nsasquith]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: “Sink” V2 wc 578

“It’s okay,” Harry whispers. “You don’t need—”

“It’s not,” Draco cuts in, voice hoarse. “I’m pathetic.”

The water in the tub hasn’t been warm for over an hour now. His fingers are pruney, skin puckered.

It’s been six weeks since the death of Vincent Crabbe. Complications from Fiendfyre inhalation. After years of suffering in silence, Crabbe had passed quietly in his sleep. A sudden loss to everyone who knew him.

Draco has been crying on and off since then, and Harry—patient Harry—has been a constant presence.

Knees drawn up, arms wrapped tight around his legs, Draco rests his head against them. He feels small. Useless. Achingly sad.

He looks down at his toes and wiggles them once.

Then he snorts, because it reminds him of the time Crabbe got drunk during eighth year and transfigured bread rolls into shoes. They’d lacked structural integrity; his feet went straight through the fronts.

“You thinking about the bread shoes?”

Draco looks up. Harry is watching him, kind and soft.

“It was sourdough,” Draco says flatly, and leans into his knees.

From the corner of his eye, he clocks the movement—a flick of a wand—and the water heats instantly. Draco sighs as warmth seeps back into his bones. He isn’t cold anymore. He feels like he’s sitting in honey. In tea. In buttered crumpets.

He inhales. Harry’s magic smells of sage and earth. It grounds him.

There’s a shuffle. A soft thud. Clothes hit the floor.

Draco looks up just as Harry—naked—steps in behind him, guiding him gently forward. Harry sinks into the tub, water sloshing over the sides, and Draco leans back into his chest without thinking.

“It’s okay,” Harry says again, voice low.

“I wasn’t raised to grieve,” Draco says. When Lucius died, Draco cried for an hour and then moved on. This feels different. Deeper. Like an ache instead of a single, sharp stab. Like someone carved something vital out of him and left the space behind.

“Well, I'm telling you it's okay. It’s okay to grieve. To be angry. Crabbe was your best friend, and—” Harry takes Draco’s hands, threads their fingers together. “—it’s okay.”

The tightness in Draco’s chest worsens. His eyes burn.

“Remember when we got together?” Harry whispers.

Draco nods.

“Remember when I told you I loved you? How long did it take for you to believe me?”

“A few weeks,” Draco says, confused.

They hadn’t even named what they were back then. Just months of fooling around, the war still raw in everyone’s minds.

“And when I asked you to move in?”

“What are you getting at—”

“How long did it take you to believe I meant it?” Harry presses.

Heat creeps up Draco’s cheeks. “A few months.”

“And this?” Harry’s thumb brushes the ring on Draco’s wedding finger. “How long?”

“A year,” Draco whispers.

“Exactly,” Harry says, lips near his ear. “It takes time for things to sink in for you. This is one of them.”

Draco swallows.

“It’s okay to grieve,” Harry continues. “To cry. To be angry. And if I have to tell you that a million times, I will.”

Something breaks.

Draco turns into Harry’s chest, and the tears come hard and fast—salty, bitter, unstoppable. His body shakes as his heart finally gives in.

Harry warms the water again. And again.

He doesn’t leave.

He just keeps saying it, over and over, until it sinks in.

“It’s okay.”