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uh oh sisters! *tosses a golden apple inscribed ‘to the fairest’ into the gathering of gods at the wedding of peleus and thetis*
Harry Potter and the Principal’s Office
I’m 1000% sure no one’s reading these blogs anymore, but here’s my fanfic anyway. I spell checked and added an epilogue to the version I uploaded to canvas.
Description
This fic is set several years after the events of the Death Hallows. Harry and Ron are Aurors, and Hermione is in grad school for Theoretical Charms. Ginny, who is now an diplomat to the US, suspects there will be violence at a political rally, and sends the trio in to protect the protests from the ADE (American Death Eaters).
Download the whole thing as a PDF
Also I discovered the 'export to eBook' button
Read it hyperlinked by chapter:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
reblog if AAAAAAAAA
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in the past two weeks i have been in all of these sections, so take this dumb venn diagram idea i believe is true
Grappling with Censorship as a Queer Classicist
haha no way???
Shape of Water Liveblog
I love the colors in this film—so much green
I hate how Eliza’s neighbor infantilizes her
Wash your FUCKING HANDS after you PISS
Poor fish man :(
Egg? Egg? Egg? Egg? Egg?
The fingers only get worse
I love fish man
EGG! EGG! EGG! EGG! EGG!
I want a secret compartment under my floorboards like that. How do I make one
I’m Eliza... always late
I love Sally Hawkins, her performance in this is fantastic
FUCK you and your green Cadillac
Why doesn’t Eliza have a bed!
Oh lord she’s gonna fuck the fish man!!
He among us who would not fuck the fish man shall throw the first stone
Fish man would treat me RIGHT
I love Dimitri. He’s so cute and the only good man in this film
Just take the fucking fingers off they’re obviously not doing well CALL DOCTOR PIMPLE POPPER
Can the fish man consent ????
Eliza has NO SHAME I love and support her
Egg :’(
RIP Dimitri
Fuck off bruce
I love fish man!!!!!!!
The Witch (2015) dir. Robert Eggers
Suspiria (2018) dir. Luca Guadagnino
Clawfoot Tub
Author’s Note: This piece takes place in an alternate universe in which Harry and Ginny divorce before they had the chance to have children. Ginny moves back into the Burrow, which was magically restored after the war, to live with her parents while she and Harry work through divorce proceedings. Hermione comes to visit Ginny for a spell.
Ginny loved a lot of things about the Burrow, but she loved the clawfoot tub in the upstairs bathroom the most. She had shared that bathroom with Ron and Percy growing up, and she and Percy used to fight viciously about who got to use the tub to soak in on cold winter evenings. In the weeks before Hogwarts’ fall term began, when Hermione and Harry used to visit the Weasleys, Ginny and Hermione would sneak up to that bathroom to get away from the commotion of the full house. Hermione was never a fan of taking baths, instead preferring to keep Ginny company while she soaked. She would perch on the little step-stool and read or stoop by the head of the tub to braid Ginny’s hair and together they would dream about their lives after Hogwarts. Neither of them ever came close to guessing how things would eventually unfold.
They had seen each other in this bathroom before, but not like this. It had been years since it had been just the two of them up here, and the time was beginning to show on both of their bodies. Hermione had a permanent furrow in the nut-brown skin between her eyebrows, and parts of Ginny were a little softer, convex where they had once been concave.
Ginny leaned back against the high enameled back of the tub, absentmindedly running her big toe over the chips where its white coating had worn away to expose the cast iron underneath.
“I can’t help but think about how things would have been if Harry and I hadn’t gotten together,” Ginny said, sighing. “I still can’t decide if it was a mistake.” She settled deeper into the hot water. Hermione rested her chin on her arms, which leaned on the lip of the tub. She looked at Ginny and didn’t say anything for a long moment. “You know, I feel the same way. If we could have a do-over, I wonder if things might have been… different.” She held Ginny’s gaze while she spoke, and there was an intensity in her stare that compelled Ginny to look away. For a moment, Ginny didn’t meet Hermione’s eyes, and spoke looking at the the heavily scented suds. “Do you think it’s too late for us?” Hermione slipped her hand into the tub to find Ginny’s. Their wet palms settled against each other, and only then did Ginny look up. When she met Hermione’s eyes, there was a profound tenderness there. Hermione smiled gently when she replied. “It depends. Do you still want to try?”
It (2017) + My Immortal
Becoming the Monster response
Obviously since Jacquelin wrote this my response is going to sound ass kissy but I genuinely really like this paper, and read it before I took one of her classes.
This paper fits into two of my niche interests: queer monstrosity and Harry Potter fanworks.
Monsters are gay and have always been gay. And you know what’s even gayer than werewolves? Vampires. Carmilla? Gay. Nosferatu? Gay. Bram Stoker’s Dracula? Gay! Don’t believe me? Read Christopher Craft’s essay “Kiss Me With Those Red Lips: Gender and Inversion in Bram Stoker’s Dracula.”
The fact that this paper explores Harry Potter fanworks, and explicitly fanworks that are overtly erotic, really floats my boat because for so long (and even now in certain spheres) fanworks have been denigrated as useless self-insert drivel that has no place in the realm of academic literature. This judgement applies tenfold to kinky erotic fanfiction, as it’s easy to be so repelled by it that anyone can label it nasty jack-off material for character-obsessed perverts.
Which it definitely is, but it’s ALSO an important way for fans to remodel the source text to mediate gaps in representation and to explore what it means to have “monstrous” sex. Is it monstrous in the sense that it’s socially disallowable because it’s between two people of the same gender? Or is it monstrous because one of the parties involved is a werewolf with a dog cock? Let’s explore that! With the advent of fandom studies in academia, these forms of fan response which are so objectively interesting are finally getting critically examined and given academic legitimacy.
The Shape of Water (2017) Directed by Guillermo del Toro
some oddly specific advice from Hesiod (c700 BC)
which thicc girl hurt you (and stole your grain)
Grain-stealing thots
I’m trying to steal your granary but I’m dummy thicc and the clap of my decorated ass cheeks keeps alerting Hesiod
careers from manuscript art that i wish i had
knight fighting snail
nun who picks a penis tree
king of the crows
this very sad minstrel cat