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People who hate will be like: I can excuse a gay kid being bullied, getting rejected by his abusive dad, kidnapped, chased, starved, literally dying, being possessed, experimented on, burned alive, seeing the love of his life dating someone else, giving up on love entirely and being used as tool to fix the relationship between the guy he loves and his gf... but I draw the line at him crying about it
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the paladin & his trusty candlestick
someone get this poor boy a real weapon i’m begging
🧵 THREAD: This #PrideMonth, don’t forget that the fight for queer liberation didn’t start or end with marriage equality.
💪✨ We need to keep fighting for our rights.
Here’s are a few examples:
💋 Before the 2003 Supreme Court ruling in Lawrence v. Texas, same-smex smexual activity was illegal in fourteen U.S. states, Puerto Rico, and the U.S. military
👶 Before 2015, LGBTQ+ couples couldn’t adopt in all 50 states. Before the Supreme Court ruling in Obergefell v. Hodges, laws varied wildly by state.
🏳️🌈 Before 1973, the American Psychiatric Association listed homosmexuality as a ‘mental illness.’ In December 1973, a vote was successfully held to remove it.
🗳️ Before 1974, there were no openly gay elected officials. That changed with Kathy Kozachenko, who became the first openly gay American elected to public office in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
🎖️ Before 2011, “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” banned LGBTQ+ people from serving openly in the military.
💍 Before 2015, LGBTQ+ couples couldn’t get married in all 50 states. At the time, laws varied by state, and while many states allowed for civil unions for same-sex couples, it created a separate but equal standard.
💼 Before 2020, employers could legally discriminate against queer and trans employees. It wasn’t until the U.S. Supreme Court held that an employer who fires or otherwise discriminates against an individual simply for being gay or transgender is in violation of Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
i like that we see ^_^ as a smile even though its mouth is totally straight. Its happiness is so radiant it need not smile to let us know!
growing up with an angry father is terrifying but growing up a daughter with an angry mother is gut wrenching because you get it, you understand that she’s been worn down by the world and being treated as less and she’s been carrying the rage and traumas of her mother and her mother before her and her mother before her and when you see her you recognise that same rage in you
but her rage is not pointed at the world, it’s pointed at you because you’re 14 and not used to the harshness of it yet but she will make sure you get there and you don’t know what to do but cry and she hates seeing your tears because they make her nauseous
growing up with an angry mother feels like being ripped apart because you know she loves you, she’s your worst enemy, she makes you feel safe, she terrifies you, she’s your best friend, she’s the reason you can’t let people get close, you love her, you never cried over a boy or a girl as much as you cried over her words, she made you, you’re her puppet, you’re desperate to leave, you’ll never escape her blood or her judging gaze and even when you leave you can hear her voice in your head and it will haunt you until you’re dead
you understand her rage but you see it in yourself and that scares you more than anything else
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
No because why is my writing slaying so hard lately
Do I give my deamus microfic an angsty end or a fluffy one?
ANGSTTTTTT
Fluff fluff fluff!!! (Pls pick this one PLEASE)
deamus microfic ~ boggart
The sound of a cupboard rattling. An open cupboard door flashes in and out of Seamus’s vision as he looks up, alarmed, and then a body slams into him from behind and brings him down, down.
He hits the floor with a loud thud. He groans, his heart thumping in his chest.
Months and months of bone crushing hugs from Dean every night, of jumping or twitching at small sounds and sudden movements. Seamus has gotten used to sudden frights by now, and the feeling of constantly receiving small touches, being looked at. Dean does the touching and the looking more than any one of his friends. Maybe because Dean means more to him than anyone else. Maybe because Dean’s days as nothing but a friend to Seamus are over.
It isn’t the painful collision with the floor that does it. No matter how much one might think they have healed after a war, the sight of your best friend’s— your boyfriend’s dead body is enough to send you into wild panic. And that wild panic is enough to send you back in time, with forceful hands around your throat and covering your eyes. Suddenly he’s back in time by months. He’s in war, he’s somewhere he never were and never will be, but it feels more real than anything he ever actually went through during those months in hell.
“Dean! Dean!”
Dean’s dead body lying on the floor in front of the cupboard… twisted in angles that should be impossible for every living thing to reach, every living thing— “Dean, DEAN!”, he yells— Dean is lying on the ground, surrounded by fallen autumn leaves and Snatchers, the leaves crunch when they step on them, Dean’s face is bloody and broken and unrecognisable, his eyes shut. His hand makes a cracking sound that makes Seamus’s stomach turn when a Snatcher steps on it.
“DEAN! DEAN, DEAN!”
“Seamus, please— Sea…”
Dean’s body rolls over, he can’t be alive, he can’t be alive, but it looks like he’s trying to escape… but the Snatchers have no mercy.
“Avada Kedavra!”
“NOOO!”
“Seamus!”
“Don’t! You’ve killed him! You’ve killed him!”
“Ridd— Riddikulus… Seamus, look at me…”
Dean’s body on the floor in front of him… it vanishes before him, and Seamus collapses on the floor where he last saw the love of his life lie pale as death itself, completely still…
“Dean…”
“I’m here, I’m here… I’m not going anywhere, Sea.”
“You’re here, you’re here…”
A pair of strong arms around him. Dean’s breath on his neck, he’s alive, he’s well—“
“Dean… dead… Dean, I—“
“Shh.”
Dean’s wand clatters as it lands on the floor and starts rolling away. Seamus reaches out to grab it before he can think, the last remaining parts of a vision that’s shaken him to his core fading away as he does it.
“We can’t leave it out of sight”, he mumbles, and he hopes that he’s imagining the broken sobs shaking Dean’s body. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry, Sea.”
“Okay.”
Seamus can’t help but cry a little bit too.
drarry microfic (set in eighth year) ~ mixed signals
”You came.”
“I did.”
There’s a disturbance in the air, and the head and torso of Harry Potter appears right in front of him. Draco shakes his head in disbelief, doesn’t dare to let his own gaze linger at the other boy for too long. Harry’s wrists are exposed due to his sweater being one or two sizes too small, the moonlight shining through the window of the Astronomy Tower making his toned skin look almost pale. Somehow the sweater still looks baggy on him, making his wrists seem smaller than they are. Draco’s breath hitches when Harry awkwardly runs a hand over his neck and his sweater rides up, exposing a little bit of skin above his waistline.
Draco turns his attention to the floor.
“You fucking idiot. You absolute moron.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, for Merlin’s- don’t be, Harry. Fuck. You’re just so stupid.”
“Thank you?” Harry laughs softly, and it sends a shiver down Draco’s spine. The familiarity of that laugh forces him to look back up, and he watches Harry carefully. Harry doesn’t hide the fact that he’s staring, too.
“You’re sending rather mixed signals, you know”, he says after a beat of silence, and Draco blinks stupidly.
“Says you”, he scoffs, and the way his voice breaks at the end might be what gives him away. Or perhaps Harry has memorised his every facial expression these last months, like how Draco knows Harry’s every frown, every smile, every laugh. What matters isn’t what gives him away. What matters is that Harry is approaching him. Slowly and carefully. Merlin knows how much Draco needs him not to be careful right now. He needs the Harry he knows.
“Says me.” Harry’s smile is unbelievably soft. Draco had no idea that a smile could break down within him what no insults or curses could. Who would have known that someone doesn’t have to be harsh and cruel to make Draco Malfoy feel things? Experience these odd little things called feelings?
“You can’t talk about mixed signals, Harry James Potter”, he says, his voice fragile enough to barely carry but strong enough not to break. That bloody beautiful name leaves his lips in a voice quiet enough to be silenced by his exhale, and his lips tremble before being pressed together. But he can’t stop the words now, and they force themselves out of his mouth like Harry keeps forcing himself back into Draco’s life time and time again. “I told you we’re done, didn’t I? I thought I made it pretty clear. Yet you’re here, stubborn as always, you git! What makes you think that our relationship is cancelled but our stargazing date is not?”
“You never said it was cancelled, love.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Oh, but I love seeing you flustered whenever I call you that, Draco. Look at you. Now who’s the one giving mixed signals? You can’t tell me I’m a git and that we’re done while blushing like crazy and refusing to look at me.”
“I can, and I did.”
“Hm. Cute.” Harry takes another step forward and lets his invisibility cloak fall to the floor. It’s draped over his shoes, making them vanish and creating the illusion that he’s floating a few inches above the floor. Draco feels like he is floating. He must be floating. Maybe the breakup did kill him, and that wasn’t just him imagining things, and now he’s a ghost doomed to haunt this very tower forever. The tower where he broke up with Harry beneath the stars. The tower where Harry is now back, where they’re both together again, and Harry is staring at him with stars in his eyes. That shine makes up for the lack of stars outside, and Draco doesn’t regret coming up here one bit, even though it’s cloudy and cold.
“Harry.”
“No, I didn’t come up here in a foolish attempt to win you back, Draco. I didn’t think you’d be here. After all, you broke up with me. I didn’t think there’d still be a date.”
“This isn’t a date.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
Draco can’t help but stare at the matte black mess that is Harry’s hair after he has just woken up. “The same as you, probably. Except I didn’t manage to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried, and you seem to have gotten at least a few minutes of sleep before you decided to take a late night stroll up here.”
Harry doesn’t ask him how he knows it, just nods gravelly. “I dreamt of you.”
“Hm. Cute.”
“Not quite, actually. I think I prefer the real version of you over dream-Draco. He’s quite cruel, you know. Not very cute when the person you love is yelling at you, telling you that you’re worthless and a fool for falling for him.”
“I’m sorry.”
There’s silence, and then Harry snorts. “Are you seriously apologising for your actions in my dreams right now, Draco?”
He blushes furiously and looks away. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“You fucking idiot. You absolute fucking mess of a person.”
And before Draco can process what’s going on, he’s being pulled into a tight hug. With his face full of unbrushed, black curls and a fist full of Gryffindor sweater, Draco can finally relax for the first time in days.
When they part many minutes later, the first thing Draco does is wipe the stupid tears out of his face with his sleeve, and he clears his throat awkwardly.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, Draco.”
Once again the words come tumbling out of his mouth. “But what if it isn’t? What if dream-Draco was right, and you’re a fool for dreaming of me and wanting to be with me, and I’m a fool for wanting you? What if I am a fucking idiot? What if this—“ He gestures at his puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. “— is who I am? And what if real Draco is out to hurt you? Without even knowing it. What if I hurt you, hurt you by breaking up with you again of fear of hurting you, and what if I just aren’t good enough for you or right for you and what if—“
“How about I just cut you off right there?” Harry manages to put an end to the stream of words with one look. “There. Now that you’re done talking nonsense — because you are done, I hope? — what do you think about the two of us finally making that stargazing date happen? Like, right now?”
Draco can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Potter, did you even listen to anything I just said?”
“Indeed I did, and I came to the conclusion that it was all utter bullshit. I’m not saying your feelings are though, and we’re going to have to have a talk about all of that. But not right now. You’ll feel better after we do something else, something fun to get your mind off of the bullshit! Trust me!” Harry beams at him before taking Draco’s hand in his. “Stargazing it is!”
“Potter, there are no stars to gaze at.”
“What? Oh. Yeah, you seem to be right about that. Blimey. Well, Astronomy Tower and all, I guess that leaves us with one option then.” Draco can’t help but huff something that could be a laugh at the way Harry wiggles his eyebrows at him.
“Remind me again when and why I fell in love with you and your weirdness.”
“Remind me again if you’ve ever outright told me that you love me before?”
“I, er, I don’t think so. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“
“Well, you can’t take it back now! This means you’re stuck with me forever, there is no escape!”
“Oh, the horror.”
~ the end ~
Nothing, head empty, just Hermione Granger being the only one completely unbothered by the Veelas at the Quidditch Cup in GOF, because after all, she’s in the company of only guys. And she spots Draco Malfoy.
Although he is a guy and should be just as drawn to the Veelas as Harry and Ron are, he is just sitting there, staring unimpressed at the Veelas. Then he’s frowning in confusion. Then he looks horror struck.
Hermione isn’t stupid, and nor is Draco. They both realise pretty quickly what is going on, possibly even at the same time, and their eyes meet and Draco looks horrified. He tries to brush it off by making a face at Hermione, and he turns back to face the Veelas.
Hermione never tells Harry and Ron about this. She doesn’t bring it up in sixth year, when Harry keeps muttering to her about “Stupid Pansy Parkinson… I mean, what does she even see in him?”. She hears the unspoken question. What does he see in her? Nothing, nothing at all, that’s the thing, she wants to say, but she doesn’t.
She doesn’t bring it up when Ron and Harry discuss Draco’s love life one night in the common room, Ron snorting and saying the most horrible things while Harry tries laughing it off and changing the subject, but fails miserably because every single question he asks that night is about Draco, Draco, Draco, and Hermione, I’ve heard he and Pansy had an argument the other day, do you think that’s true? I hope it is! What… what, I mean, er, I hope she’s finally realised what a shitty person he is.
Hermione doesn’t bring it up in Eighth Year when Harry is being a pining mess. She doesn’t bring it up when Harry is confused as hell because “Hermione, Pansy and Ginny are dating! How are they dating? What about Dra- Malfoy?!”
She doesn’t bring it up when Harry can’t focus on his Auror duties for the life of him because a certain Draco Malfoy is in the same building as him.
She tries to bite her tongue, but one day she just can’t anymore, and when Harry refuses to stop talking about Draco Malfoy for the fifth work day in a row and all the sleepless nights catch up to her she just blurts it out: “Harry, Draco is fucking gay!”
She rarely swears, so Harry immediately goes pale before even registering what she’s just said. “W- what?”
And she storms off, horrified because shit, shit, this wasn’t how the two stupid gits were supposed to get their shit together and… get together. This wasn’t how she’d planned it to happen! She was going to lose the bet to Ginny now, but that was the least of her problems, because fuck, Draco Malfoy was one of her favourite colleagues and they were actually getting along and now she’d spoiled it all by revealing what had to be one of his darkest secrets to Harry just like that! He hadn’t even told her yet, and now she’d told Harry! She had seen the way Draco looked at Harry and she knew that he liked him and, and…
In that exact moment Draco Malfoy rushed past her heading towards the room she’d just left Harry standing in, and he seemed to caught up in whatever he was muttering to himself about to even notice her… suddenly, Hermione didn’t want to go back to that room in a while, scared of what she might witness if she did.
“Ron- Ron, no, nonononono!”, she said and grabbed her boyfriend’s arm and dragged him as far away as she could from the room where Harry’s surprised yelp could now be heard. “Let’s… just… let’s just leave. Like, right now. Trust me. Get moving!”
Draco looks over at Potter. Like he always does. Every single day.
Some times Potter seems to notice it, some times he doesn’t. He just keeps talking, or studying, or walking, or whatever he’s doing.
Walking alongside one or more of the Weasley kids, talking to the Weaslette, laughing with Granger, smirking at the Thomas guy, giving someone from the Gryffindor quidditch team a pat on the back while the sarcasm is dripping off his lips, like it always does.
Merlin, is he sarcastic.
It hurts that every pissed off comment he’s ever said to Draco is genuine. Why can’t Potter be sarcastic to him too? Say “shut up, Draco” with no bite at all, smile at him, grin at him, put an arm around him, walk with him to lessons, smile smile smile at him-
And just like that, Draco is frozen in his tracks. Halfway past Potter, leaning against the wall as he’s talking to Longbottom, and Draco just freezes.
Harry is making eye contact across the hall, keeping his green eyes steadily interlocked with Draco’s. Steadily, but just a quick glance, and then he’s looking at Longbottom again, nodding and smiling.
Draco realises he’s almost gone the whole way by Potter without spitting out a single insult. Is it weird? Unsual? Probably. But with his heart fluttering in his chest like this, he’s not sure he can’t utter a word right now.
Harry meets his gaze again, a bit longer now. Turning the corner of his lips up in a small, careful smile, his left eyebrows raised slightly. Draco can’t tell if it’s some sort of trick, if looking at Draco like that is amusing him.
His smile is soft and barely there. Yet so, so different to anything Draco has ever received from him before.
Carefully, Draco smiles back, and Potter nods to him and turns back to talk to Longbottom once more.
Nothing special has happened. Nothing much, really. But… it might just be a little bit special for a boy who craves the attention from the very same man that is standing there, a few steps away. So close, yet so far.
This is the beginning of nothing, but it is a start. It gives Draco hope, enough hope and spring in his steps so that he might actually be able to… to… take that very first step that actually might mean something. A step towards something more with Potter.
Maybe he’ll be brave enough. Another day.
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