I'm a sucker for any drarry fanfic that has the micro-trope of: "When I was brought to the manor, why didn't you tell them it was me? You knew it was me, Draco."
I eat it EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.

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I'm a sucker for any drarry fanfic that has the micro-trope of: "When I was brought to the manor, why didn't you tell them it was me? You knew it was me, Draco."
I eat it EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.
"Do you remember when we were eleven? Let's go back to that."
"Running on Air", eleventy7
Yearning and loving so good it's got to be written by someone aroace 🥰
-TW - Suicide & Suicide Ideations-
I'm reading a fic that starts with Draco's funeral, after he killed himself, and I haven't cried like this in a WHILE. And I still haven't finished chapter one.
I read the triggers, I read the premise, I thought I'd be okay, because I'm in an okay-type of headspace but boy was I wrong.
I usually don't care for trigger warnings. I read them, and unless I see one that's a hard-limit for me I just read on. Suicide and talks of suicide isn't one of my hard limits, its not something I usually search for but its also not a problem reading about it. Usually.
But the way this fic describes the aftermath of what a person leaves behind, their thoughts written on a found journal, and the way they tried, they tried so fucking hard.....that's what I think is hitting me hard.
I'm gonna continue on reading, I just needed to stare into the void and scream a little before going back to it. We'll see if someone heard me.
I know I'm not the first or only one to say this, but I'm just gonna say it:
fuck me, Sidney Crosby is hot.
Also, Canada needs a reminder of their mama moose and the fact that THEY NEED TO WIN for him.
Queer and lonely.
Being bi, queer, without a community is isolating and lonely as fuck...
My family knows about me and loves me (even if some prefer to ignore the fact) and my friends know and support me, but not one of them are queer or cultural allies...so even though I take pride in who I am as a 365-day-celebration, now that it's #pridemonth no one has said anything to me. No congrats, no over-the-top and ridiculous acknowledgement, nothing at all.
It's like for them, me being bi/queer means nothing. Which is hypocritical as fuck for all the noise they made when I came out, including but not limited to having a covert intervention for me on my 20th birthday.
I know a lot of people (even within the community) feel like pride month is a commercialized thing, and to some extent companies do use it to queer-bait or queer-wash the fact that they donate thousands of dollars against us for 11 months of the year but for this one they slap a rainbow on their products to get our money. I get that, and understand it, but I also know the history, our history. What this month meant for thousands of individuals fighting for their right to exist. And decades later, we're still fighting for that right.
This month means something. It means community, and unity, and safety taken by will and strength alone. It means standing up for the more vulnerable pieces of us, and making sure they feel safe. It means being unapologetically visible not only for ourselves but for those of us who can't be that themselves for safety reasons. It means showing minors that if they can hold on for a little bit more, hold on to their lives until they turn 18 and can leave their toxic environment (even if it is with just a backpack and a dream), they can get to a point where they can live the lives they want. It means they can see there's people out there saving a spot for them whenever they're ready.
This month means so much more than just rainbows and glitter, and not having a community to bask in it with makes my heart ache something fierce. Not having the acknowledgement from my family or friends (because they're not part of said community) makes me feel lonely as fuck.
I hope whoever read this, and maybe feels the same, can take comfort in the fact that:
You're not alone. I love you and I'm proud of you. Happy Pride my fellow friend. 🏳️🌈
I need CLASSIC MARAUDERS ERA fic recs, please🥺😭 I'm talking of all time, the best marauders era (any ship, au or not) fanfics, ao3 preferred.
Thank you 🫶🏽
I'm about to be 6 months sober this month....and i still don't know what/how to feel ab it :)