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I love seeing Eurovision on my dash. I have no clue what’s happening with it, but i love living vicariously through y’all.

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The entire UK doesn't have a clue what's happening either 😂

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Alex when Shaan blocks him after he flew from America to yell at Henry in the middle of the night:

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When cats lie on their backs and look at you upside down with their little vampire tooth sticking out reblog if you agree

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I SEE THE TEEF 🥺

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A proper goodbye ♡

Commission! For the lovely decadentwallpaper ! :)

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Yes!!!

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Can you imagine our reactions? I mean… I would die. Like for real.

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how dare you hide this in the tags

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Ships with “I’m stupid” + “I’m with stupid” dynamic:

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Erika Lee Sears on Instagram

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Throwback to all these Jesus comics I drew in 2012…

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Good post OP

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Good post, OP, and if you ever decide to do another may I please suggest “NOT IN HEBREW IT DOESN’T” as a punchline? So much of the Old Testament is HORRIFICALLY translated from the Tanakh, it drives me batty.

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WAIT WAIT WHAT DOES IT SAY?????? I NEED TO LIKE,, DESTROY MI MUM FOR BEING REALLY HOMOPHOBIC

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Okay, so, strictly speaking, the infamous Leviticus 18:22 does say “forbidden.” Here’s the thing:

1) The word translated as “forbidden” is “toevah.” While that translation isn’t … wrong, it’s sort of like saying “McMansion” means “really big house.” There are a lot of connotations in that word. The specific issue with toevah is that we … sort of … don’t know anymore exactly what it meant. Based on context, it seems likely that the word referred to something ritually forbidden. This part of Torah was written not only as a guide for future generations, but also to say “so, look around, see your neighbors? DON’T DO THAT.“ Thus, if we interpret “toevah” to mean something that’s forbidden to do as a ritual before G-d, then the verse says nothing whatsoever about Adam and Steve and their two kids and their dog–it’s saying you shouldn’t have sex with another man in the Temple as a sacrifice.

2) Following the same “this is ritually forbidden” logic of toevah, this verse may also be interpreted as “don’t do sex magic,” which was a thing in. Like. A lot of fucking cultures at the time.

3) Hebrew is a highly gendered language, and the grammatical gender in this verse is really really weird. One of the “men” in this verse is given female grammar. Why? Who fucking knows, man, this isn’t the only grammatical oddity in Torah. (There are also places where G-d is referred to as plural, and also as female.) One suggestion is that this is a way of creating a diminutive–that is, that the verse should be read as “a man should not lie with a boy.” Now, it’s worth noting that modern secular scholarship has concluded the written Torah was written down around the 6th century BCE, and most non-Orthodox Jewish scholars are like “yeah, all things considered, that sounds pretty legit.”

Do you know what else was happening around the 6th century BCE? What laypeople tend to mean when they say “ancient Greece” was happening.

Do you know what happened a lot in that time period in Greece? Dudes forming relationships with younger boys, like ages 10-15, and using them for sex in exchange for financial gifts, mentorship, etc. While we don’t know just how young some of these younger boys may have been, we do know some were prepubescent. In light of this, and also something I mentioned under the first point–”see your neighbors? DON’T DO THAT,” if this verse is interpreted to say “a man should not lie with a boy,” then it’s pretty clearly “my dudes, my fellows, my lads, don’t be fucking pedophiles.”

4) Because of the grammar I mentioned in #3, it’s also possible that “should not lie with a man as with a woman” is actually referring to a place, not an abstract personhood: a man shouldn’t have sex with another man in a woman’s bed. In the time period, a woman’s bed was sort of like–that was her place, her safe sanctuary. It was also a ritually holy place where babies were made. By having sex in her bed, you’re violating her safe space (and also introducing a man who may not be a male relative, thus forcing her into breaking the laws of modesty). If this verse is read this way, then it should be taken to mean “don’t sexually violate a woman’s safety and modesty.” 5) And as an offshoot of #4, this may be a second verse relating to infidelity. Which woman’s bed is any random dude in 600 BCE most likely to have access to? His wife’s. But laws were administered differently based on whether the person they pertained to was slave or free, male or female, and so on–thus, a man committing adultery with a woman would be treated differently than man committing adultery with a man (especially because the latter would carry no chance of an illegitimate pregnancy).

So you’ll note, there are a lot of ways to read this verse, and only a one-to-one translation with no cultural awareness produces “being gay is wrong, all of the time”. (You’ll also notice the word “abomination” is nowhere to be found. That’s like … a straight-up fiction created for who only knows what reason.)

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Apparently tumblr mobile doesn’t want to show @prismatic-bell ’s long and in-depth essay, so here’s the screenshots, because it still shows up on mobile browsers:

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Much appreciated.

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I love when scholarship and history debunks bullshit

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…I sadly have more bullshit to report.

“removed for violating guidelines”, EVERY screenshot.

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…goddamnit

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Let’s try this again

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I am horrified that @prismatic-bell keeps getting censored + this info is gold.

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Many thanks, @pulmonary-poultry. This isn’t the only Jewish post of mine that’s mysteriously stopped showing up in searches and/or vanished from my blog entirely, but it is the one I get the most requests to repost, so this saves me from having to rewrite the whole damned essay. @the-invisible-self, thanks for bringing it to my attention that someone was able to preserve the post!

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Well I’ll just archive @prismatic-bell’s essay again then shall I?

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Well I’ll just archive

@prismatic-bell’s essay

again then shall I?

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

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"Severus."

"Potter."

"Jesus fucking-" Regulus sighed heavily, throwing their head back and pinching the bridge of their nose. "Can we get through this without you two bickering like children? It's been almost twenty years, you both should've matured enough to have a civil conversation. Will you please be an adult, for once? Or is that too complex for your simple, peanut sized brain?"

Harry sniggered at the ugly color spreading to Snape's cheeks, and James just barely bit back his laugh.

"Harry is currently failing potions, drastically too." He sneered, pulling out a thin folder from the neatly stacked paper on his desk, sliding it across to Regulus with a nasty smirk on his lips. "I'm afraid he won't be able to take it next year for his NEWT classes, as I only take students with O's on their O.W.Ls, and he's unlikely to get even an A."

"Bullshit." Jamrs scoffed, leaning forward and snatching the folder up before Regulus had the chance. He started flipping through the graded papers, visibly growing angrier. "You've given him a P on everything!"

"It isn't my fault your son is so incompetent he cannot tell the difference between Angel's Trumped and Anjelica." He smiled nastily, and Harry shrunk back into his seat.

"So it isn't your fault either that you tried to poison him last year?" Regulus remarked

"That was-"

"A direct attempt to harm a minor. I have no idea why Dumbledore has yet to sack you, besides the fact that he himself is so dense he cant tell the difference between his left foot and his right." Regulus scoffed, snapped the folder shut and tossing it back to Snape. "I dont know why you havent been thrown to Azkaban with the dementors, as you were so happy and ready to do with my brother."

"Sirius is a criminal who-"

"Save it," he scoffed. "You and I have done far worse things than he, do not start the hero complex right now." Regulus stood up, and Harry and James followed to copy them, James wrapping a comforting arm over his son's shoulders. Regulus lent over the table on their arms, their face in the other man's.

"Start grading my son properly, and fix these, or I will go to the auroras and tell them about your little adventures before 'joining the right side'. Am I understood?"

Snape clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth as he stared unblinking up at Regulus. They smiled pleasantly, backing off the desk and patting a stack of papers just hard enough to make it almost topple over. "Better get started."

"Are you threatening me, Black?" He spluttered, after they had already turned away and started towards the door, ushering Harry and James out. They turned back, mock confusion filling their face.

"Yes. Was that not obvious?"

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james groans softly, rolling over and kicking one leg out of the blanket. he smiles, throwing his arm across the bed, feeling the cold sheets beneath his hands.

wait.

hissing at the light pouring through the curtains, he blinks quickly, frowning at the empty space beside him.

“good morning, my darling.”

james rolls over to see regulus sitting on the floor by the bed, his phone in front of him, on a yoga mat. he checks the clock – 5.48am – and flops back into his pillows.

“do you want to workout with me before breakfast?”

“get fucked, my love.”

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Don’t Ask Me

M | 663 words | cw: implied violence, angst

“Harry? What are you—”

“Sorry for showing up like…this,” I say, running a hand over my bruised and bloodied face. “Can I come in?” I’m ashamed to be here, but I’ve got nowhere else to go.

Draco doesn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

We end up in the bright kitchen, still painted the same sunshine yellow we chose when we first bought the flat, when we were happy. Before…

Draco hands me a steaming cup of tea and it’s perfect. Milky and cloyingly sweet—two years and he hasn’t forgotten.

“Why are you here?” That’s my Draco, right to the point.

“I can’t say—”

“Don’t,” he growls, hand clenched into a fist on the table. “You don’t—not after everything. Not anymore. The truth, Harry. You owe me that much.”

I meet his gaze. He’s burning, and I’ve got to turn away because I can’t bear the pain etched into every line of his face. It’s all my fault.

I’m a monster.

And I owe him so much more than the truth.

“It’s bad—really bad. Worse than Malta,” I say, glancing up at him.

The blood drains from his face, and he whispers, “Worse than Malta?”

It took him months to nurse me back to health, and it’s clear he remembers it as well as I do.

I nod. “I’ve got to leave. I swiped an unregistered Portkey to Brussels, and from there…well, I’ll figure something out. I want—but it’s too dangerous.”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, reaching for my hand. “Why are you here?”

Because I’ve never been able to stay away from you. Because I want to beg you to come with me. Because if the Ministry’s going to have me killed, then I want the memory of you on my skin.

Because I love you.

“I wanted to say goodbye.” His beautiful face blurs as the tears fall thick and fast down my cheeks, but I can’t look away. There’s only a few minutes left. Not nearly enough time to memorise every shade of grey in his eyes. To decipher the elegant slant of his mouth. To count the freckles on his cheeks.

I need time—hours, months, decades. But even if we had lifetimes and lifetimes together, it still wouldn’t be enough.

His gaze turns pleading. “That’s not all.”

“Draco, I can’t…I can’t lose you. Don’t ask me—”

“There hasn’t been one moment in the past two years that I haven’t been waiting for you,” Draco says, kneeling on the floor at my feet, holding our intertwined hands tight against his chest. “I meant what I said when you left, I knew that being with you came with risks, and I don’t care. I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I will do anything you ask of me, except live without you. Please don’t ask me to—not again. You are my life.”

The chair scrapes across the floor as I fall into his arms, and kiss him. I remember why I left, why this is a horrible idea, why I would never ask him to stay. But with his arms wrapped around me, lips warm against mine, I don’t care. I can’t get the words out, can’t ask him to walk hand in hand with me to his own death. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love him, and I won’t live in a world without him. He must understand my desperation as I kiss him again and again because I feel his fingers reach into my pocket.

He presses one last kiss to my lips before his eyes meet mine. The rusted key sits in the palm of his hand, and he says, “I love you.”

I know what he’s asking.

Don’t leave me behind. Beg me to come with you. If the Ministry’s going to have you killed, then I want to follow you through the Veil.

A faint blue glow lights up his face, and I lace our fingers together, kissing his knuckles. “I love you too.”

Read on AO3. Masterlist on tumblr.

For the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: I Love You. I’m running out of ways to say thank you to @lou-isfake, so thank you.

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All planned

This is my contribution to @drarrymicrofic prompt "Dare" but also my part for @hdcandyheartsfest prompt "sweetheart". Thank you @phoebe-delia for beta reading this fluff ❤️

"Aren't we too old for a truth or dare?" Neville asked, sitting on the floor.

"We're never old enough, darling!" Pansy countered with a smirk. "Let's go guys, we're waiting for you!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione grabbed their drinks and sat on the red couch. The Eighth year common room was red today, for the despair of a certain Slytherin.

Harry looked at Draco, who was on the other side of the room, blond locks waving in front of his eyes while he laughed at something Blaise said. . Draco turned his head and made eye contact with the Gryffindor. Harry gulped then nodded his head toward the forming circle asking Draco to join.

"Ready?" The Slytherin mouthed.

"Let's have fun!" Harry mouthed back.

The group chatted a little before Pansy raised her glass and asked for silence.

"So, Neville, "she said with a smirk "truth or dare?"

"With you? No way I'm picking dare," Scoffed Neville. "Go truth."

"Coward, but fair. Who is the sexiest here?"

Harry saw Neville blushed furiously before answering a quiet "you." The room went wild and then it was Pansy's turn to be as red as the couch. Neville regained his composure and looked around.

"Draco, truth or dare?"

Harry snorted, he wouldn't think Draco could be picked so soon. Draco glanced in Harry's direction before replying:

"Dare, of course."

"Erm…" Neville looked around, thinking about something to do. Harry knew Neville enough to know it would be soft. "I dare you to finish all your sentences with a pet name when you're talking to us!"

Draco's eyes widened while Harry and Ron laughed, not for the same reason. Pansy clapped in her hands, congratulating Neville for his genius move. Harry nodded in agreement.

"What are you laughing for, Harry sweetheart?" Draco said between his teeth.

"Nothing, Draco my love." Harry replied with a wink.

The students laughed like it was a joke for the game but Harry was finally happy to say it in public.

"Harry, truth or dare, sweetheart?" Draco asked with his usual snarky tone.

"Dare, my love."

"I dare you to take Veritaserum and pick the truth for the rest of the game. Sweetheart."

The room went silent. Even Ron stopped laughing at the pet names. Hermione grabbed Harry's wrist when he got up, ready to give his glass to the Slytherin.

"It's not a good idea, Harry."

"Yeah, you know they will ask you personal questions..." Ron said nervously.

"Don't worry, it's not like I have things to hide anymore."

Draco proudly poured the gold liquid in Harry's drink before smirking. Harry winked at the blond before taking the shot. When he sat again between his bestfriends the group looked uncertainly at him.

"Susan." Harry said without a warning. "Truth or dare?"

"T–Truth." The Hufflepuff girl said with surprise.

"Who is your crush?" Harry blurted.

"Hmm.." the poor girl blushed before looking straight in Padma's eyes. "Padma Patil."

The room went wild again. It was then Theo's turn and then Draco again, they laughed at the pet name; calling Hermione 'princess' was the highlight of the night. They forgot Harry for a moment before Blaise turned arrived.

"Harry." The room went silent again. "Since you can't pick dare, girls or boys?"

Ron squeaked beside him and Harry snorted. His sexuality had never been asked but since the end of the war, he had many marriage proposals from multiple genders but he had never commented on his sexuality.

"Boys." His tongue said before he could think and Blaise seemed pleased.

"A certain boy, here?" Pansy asked without missing a beat.

"Hey! It's Harry's turn!" Seamus exclaimed.

"Yes." Harry replied with a smirk.

"Does he know you have a crush on him?" Parvati asked out of curiosity.

"Yes."

The potion was effective and now the common room was ready to fall for Harry's plan.

"Do you date him?" Ron asked more with shock to not have that information.

"Yes."

"How long, sweetheart?" Draco asked with a dramatic, shocked tone.

"It's our four years anniversary today, my love."

"Since when Harry is calling Draco pet name?" Harry heard Ron whisper to Hermione.

"Since the beginning of the game," she replied.

Harry looked at Hermione, raising an eyebrow. She's smart and it took her a half of a minute before putting both hands on her mouth. Harry smiled when she asked :

"Do you love him?"

"With all my heart." Harry said but only had eyes for one boy. "I would fly through fiendfyre to save his life."

Harry felt Ron's hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to catch his attention. Harry only nodded.

"Do you use pet names in private?" Ron asked nervously.

"Only two: sweetheart when it's in a mocking way and–"

"My love when it's for real,"finished Draco with a proud smile.

Pansy gasped in shock before snapping her head toward the blond.

"You told me you were engaged last summer! Your parents planned to give you to the Greengrass second daughter!"

"Malfoy!" Harry said loud enough to silent the whispers. "I dare you to cast a patronus."

The patronus is the hidden part of a wix. It took an animal form that fit the person. But sometimes...

"Wow look at that fox! It's beautiful!" Susan exclaimed in admiration.

"I dare you to do your patronus, my love," Draco said softly.

"What for? We all know that Harry's patronus is a– a stag." Ron's mouth shut when Harry waved his wand, the silver glow taking form.

Sometimes, when your love is so pure and powerful your patronus matches your lover's form.

"Harry, "Hermione started. "Since when is your patronus a fox?"

"Since last summer." Harry simply replied.

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Me: “I’m speaking with a British accent.”

My brain: “Yes, but is it a Crowley accent, a Sherlock accent, a John accent, a Lestrade accent, a Ten accent or an Eleven accent?”

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Lessons In How To Text

A ficlet in which Sirius and Remus—established and happy couple extraordinaire—help James figure it the fuck out when trying to woo the Lady Lily. Written for @goodboylupin RSCandyHearts. Prompt TTYL 💛

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“TTYL? Seriously James? Did you just text Lily, TTYL?” Sirius grabs James’s phone out of his hand and starts scrolling through his texts. “LOL, BRB. James, no.”

“Why?” James asks exasperatedly, trying to wrestle his phone out of Sirius’s hands. “It’s how people text.”

Sirius shoves James off of him and stands up, walking away with James’s phone still open in his hand. “It’s not how I text.”

“You text in gifs.” James rolls his eyes.

“To you, yes. In the group chat, sure. But not to Remus.”

“Oh come on, like you don’t use shorthand when you’re in a hurry.”

“If I’m in a hurry with Remus I send him an eggplant. Not a TTYL or BRB. And he knows it’s a joke. Well, not entirely a joke.” Sirius smirks, then resumes his scrolling. His jaw drops open. “Did you seriously text her ILU?”