Eighth year drarry is my safe place.
It's like a niche where I find myself everytime I'm confused as to what to read next or can't exactly decide what it is that I crave. I go and find an eighth yr fic that suits my mood and taste and I'm bound to find one.
It's like my comfort food. My well worn shirt. a canvas which u can fill with any pallet and you can't go wrong. Any and every trope u name it you have it on an eighth year fic. It's like going back home after wandering aimlessly coz there is something so uniquely charming and special about this entire concept. The variety and quality and sheer number to read has me flailing.
It's a playground where every writer can try their move and it's a win win. Like it's that mould that can fit anything inside it and look pretty.
Those late night talks abt hushed nightmares, those bold statements of who you want to be cz fuck it the war is over and we are silly teenagers we will get drunk till dawn for all we care after a long game of truth Or dare u name it. The angst, the freedom, the intense urge to let go and kiss that one person you always wanted but didn't have the fn time to even realise u did bc wAr.
Becoming an animagus perhaps? Or opening a duelling club in the chamber of secrets or better the room of requirements? Wanking in the showers after a hot seekers match with your ex arc rival? Or a nice and stubborn bonding spell maybe? Awkward Apologies? Stilted Forgiveness? Coming out? ROOMMATES??? PTSD? No? wEEd?? Friends with benefits should hit the bill definitely? Yes??? YES???
Yes. To all of that and sooooo much more the list is endless and the list I have in my diary will have me prattling till next year itself.
So that was my little eighth year drarry appreciation post bc it's a pain to keep all this love inside me anymore without going into random rants to myself in the darkness.
So there.
