We're Marching On

Jer Sawyer. Snatcher, blood traitor- whatever you've heard about me, it's probably true. ooc: Harry Potter OC roleplay blog. Post-war. Multifandom, multiverse and here to spite JK Rowling. Let's have some fun.

[bodybebangin]

[lazarusholmes]

It's not uncommon for Laz to feel Jer sneaking back into bed in the earlier hours of the morning, fresh from a run followed by a shower, to steal some extra cuddle time. This morning Jer gently laid down completely on top of him, gently kissing his cheek. He nuzzled into Laz. "Baaaaabe. Baaaaaabe. You awaaaake?" He muttered with a grin, absolutely failing to subdue the perpetual golden retriever energy of the early riser.

Lazarus let out a sleepy moan, and attempted to cocoon himself in the blankets, barely awake. “Nnnfggnhh I’m dead please try again later.” He whined, smiling despite his wish for more sleep.

[the13thsnatcher]

Jer released an impatient groan to mimic Laz’s, but the troublemaking grin didn’t leave his face. “But I miss you babe, you didn’t even join me in the shower for some fun,” he fake-whined, though keeping his volume soft. He tousled Laz’s hair playfully. “You’re not allowed to be dead when it’s already almost eight thirty. Remember we have a date to watch the sunrise together this weekend.” He was teasing, they’d made no such plans. 

[lazarusholmes]

The half unconscious Sirenae let out a sleepy hiss at being mocked, having half a mind to nip at his ridiculous morning person mate, but then the hand in his hair made him melt into a puddle. “Hmmnghn.” was the intelligent reply to Jer’s teasing words. “Bar’s fine Without me, Baaaabe I‘m so comfyyyyy-“ Lazarus whined pathetically.

[the13thsnatcher]

Jer snickered softly, tempted, for a moment, to nuzzle his still-wet hair into Lazarus’s neck. But his smile turned soft as he considered his sleepy lover, and with a quiet sigh he rolled to the side to spoon Laz instead. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he mumbled, continuing to slowly tousle his hair in little circles.

[lazarusholmes]

Lazarus let out a very, very satisfied noise at feeling Jer press against him, relaxing back into the comfort of their bed. “Shhh. The bed is calling your name too.” He mumbled, hiding his sleepy smile in the pillows.

[the13thsnatcher]

Jer laughed, unable to keep that quiet. "Only 'cause you're in it, babe," he went on. "Wayyyyy too much energy for more sleep right now." He paused mid-twirl, his fingers curling deeper into Laz's hair so he could lightly massage his scalp. "At least stay awake for me to tell you the good news? Please?"

[lazarusholmes]

It's not uncommon for Laz to feel Jer sneaking back into bed in the earlier hours of the morning, fresh from a run followed by a shower, to steal some extra cuddle time. This morning Jer gently laid down completely on top of him, gently kissing his cheek. He nuzzled into Laz. "Baaaaabe. Baaaaaabe. You awaaaake?" He muttered with a grin, absolutely failing to subdue the perpetual golden retriever energy of the early riser.

Lazarus let out a sleepy moan, and attempted to cocoon himself in the blankets, barely awake. “Nnnfggnhh I’m dead please try again later.” He whined, smiling despite his wish for more sleep.

[the13thsnatcher]

Jer released an impatient groan to mimic Laz’s, but the troublemaking grin didn’t leave his face. “But I miss you babe, you didn’t even join me in the shower for some fun,” he fake-whined, though keeping his volume soft. He tousled Laz’s hair playfully. “You’re not allowed to be dead when it’s already almost eight thirty. Remember we have a date to watch the sunrise together this weekend.” He was teasing, they’d made no such plans. 

[lazarusholmes]

The half unconscious Sirenae let out a sleepy hiss at being mocked, having half a mind to nip at his ridiculous morning person mate, but then the hand in his hair made him melt into a puddle. “Hmmnghn.” was the intelligent reply to Jer’s teasing words. “Bar’s fine Without me, Baaaabe I‘m so comfyyyyy-“ Lazarus whined pathetically.

[the13thsnatcher]

Jer snickered softly, tempted, for a moment, to nuzzle his still-wet hair into Lazarus’s neck. But his smile turned soft as he considered his sleepy lover, and with a quiet sigh he rolled to the side to spoon Laz instead. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” he mumbled, continuing to slowly tousle his hair in little circles.

[lazarusholmes]

It's not uncommon for Laz to feel Jer sneaking back into bed in the earlier hours of the morning, fresh from a run followed by a shower, to steal some extra cuddle time. This morning Jer gently laid down completely on top of him, gently kissing his cheek. He nuzzled into Laz. "Baaaaabe. Baaaaaabe. You awaaaake?" He muttered with a grin, absolutely failing to subdue the perpetual golden retriever energy of the early riser.

Lazarus let out a sleepy moan, and attempted to cocoon himself in the blankets, barely awake. “Nnnfggnhh I’m dead please try again later.” He whined, smiling despite his wish for more sleep.

[the13thsnatcher]

Jer released an impatient groan to mimic Laz’s, but the troublemaking grin didn’t leave his face. “But I miss you babe, you didn’t even join me in the shower for some fun,” he fake-whined, though keeping his volume soft. He tousled Laz’s hair playfully. “You’re not allowed to be dead when it’s already almost eight thirty. Remember we have a date to watch the sunrise together this weekend.” He was teasing, they’d made no such plans. 

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[lazarusholmes]

"All I've ever known is how to hold my own... but now I wanna hold you, too."

“You sap.” Lazarus couldn’t hold back a fond smile, pulling Jer into his arms. ““I’m a span too, so I can’t really talk, to be honest.”

[the13thsnatcher]

Jer grinned to himself for a moment, before his eyes fluttered shut, curling into his embrace. “Can’t help it,” he murmured, the ink feathers of tattooed wings stretching down his arms and fingers, slowly splaying across Lazarus’s back as his arms wrapped around him. “You get to be protective of me, I get to be a hopelessly romantic sap. Only a matter of time, really.” 

[hogwartscastle]

Harry Potter is authorless.

[what-even-is-thiss]

No. As an English major and a transgender person, no. We do not take this attitude.

Harry Potter is a culturally important work and JK Rowling wrote it.

So many culturally important works of literature were written by people with bad views by today’s and even their time’s standards. Shakespeare? Racist, sexist, islamophobic, xenophobic, anti-Semitic. But we don’t erase his name from those plays. Because if we try and claim that those plays were authorless it gives us an awfully convenient excuse to ignore all of the flaws within them and how we may or may not agree with those flaws on a subconscious level.

In the world of literary analysis these days the author is no longer dead. We don’t do that anymore. The author is a ghost hanging over your shoulder. You can interpret their work any way you want and they can have no say in it. But you as a reader must also acknowledge that their original intentions are there. Their personal history and the times they lived in are there.

JK Rowling wrote that series whether you like it or not. Whether that makes you comfortable or not. Harry Potter is one of the most culturally important book series of the last century and it was written by a transphobe. It was written by JK Rowling. Face up to it. Look it dead in the eye. Recognize its flaws and like it anyways if you still want to. But don’t. I repeat don’t. Do not claim that it is authorless. No work of literature is.

[dragonwitchlibrary]

We're holding JKR accountable like mature adults and embracing the reality though it hurts us to admit something we love was written by someone who continues to dig her grave but we must

[the13thsnatcher]

(still not sure if i’m really coming back or just doing like. one or two threads.

that said my muse and i are climbing the fucking walls rn so who knows)

[the13thsnatcher]

Patient is the Night || govthookercoulson

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Jer laughed softly, he couldn’t help himself. “Of course,” he murmured, kissing Phil fully on the lips. Slowly he slipped a second finger inside of him, stretching him out slowly, his other hand squeezing his hip lightly, humming against his lips. A third finger brushed his rim, but he didn’t rush the pace, taking his time to enjoy this.

[qualitycontrolproblems]

"Hit me with your best shot!"

This is what Justin gets for being brave enough to go into an LGBT friendly club. He’s a little caught off guard and says, weakly, “Fire away?” Because oh god what is this flirting he’s so confused.

[the13thsnatcher]

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“I won’t lie, there are risky animals but they aren’t the animals you figure.” He’s softly drunk and blathering a bit and doesn’t care. “I’d rather see a shark than a dolphin, all told. There are fish that will kill you before you can get to the surface, which is terrifying. And others that will take off your fingers because they can’t tell a finger from a hotdog and people are dumb and gave them hot dogs. But there’s also really cool shit like turtles and rays and whales.”

“It sounds like it’s well worth the risk,” Jer commented with a slow, easy grin. “‘Specially hearing you get so jazzed talking about it. Stay clear of giant squid, though? Or merpeople, they’re a whole other bag of worms you don’t wanna get mixed up in.” 

[the13thsnatcher]

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Oh no. They’d gotten his name after all. His plans of lying to them evaporated. He’d been crafting a story in his head, something about being a half-blood whose parents had withdrawn him from Hogwarts – but it seemed they wouldn’t believe anything he said. They just wanted to have some fun with him before turning him over to the Ministry. He felt like he was going to throw up.

“You – you don’t want to do anything to me,” he tried instead, making something up as he went along. “Because if you do… if you do… s-someone’s coming to get me and he’ll make all of you p-pay…” It sounded so pathetic when he said it…

“Y’hear that, Sawyer? He’s gonna make us pay,” sneered Richardson.

“Fuck, y’know, shit outta luck there,” Sawyer laughed, speaking to Dennis. “‘Fraid I’m not very liquid right this moment. Just make sure the smelly git gives back my cigarette before he pays up.”

Richardson’s expression shifted from cloying and sinister, to downright stone-cold annoyed. With a growl he pressed the smoking end against the Creevey boy’s neck, a sizzling sound coming from between his fingers. “You’re not funny, Sawyer.” His voice was terse, not bothering to watch any reaction the boy had to the pain.

“Aw, fuck, you mean you’re not keeping me around for my dazzling personality? Shame, you’re missing out.” Sawyer’s eyes moved to the boy’s face, worming his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. “You buying me a new one of those?”

[lazarusholmes]

‘I need more Aconite for this brew, I gotta make a run to Diagon Alley... want to come with?’

Lazarus blinked at him, and gave him a wide, excited smile. “Seeing as I’ve never been, hell yeah I do!” He replies happily, jumping up from the couch and bouncing over to his partner.

[the13thsnatcher]

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Lazarus relaxed into Jer’s arms, nuzzling closer and linking his hands behind his lover’s back, melting into the offered comfort if only for just a moment. “You’re not a dumb arse, dumbass.” He mumbled with a bit of a grin. “I love you, with everything I am. Now let’s go get your magical spices or whatever.” He presses his lips to Jer’s own, before untangling himself from his wizard, keeping ahold of his hand.

“Ah, yes, the spiciest spices!” Jer laughed, kissing him back, quick and sweet. He squeezed his lover’s hand as Laz’s grip adjusted, before leaning over to grab up the basket he’d dumped the pod into. He then pinched up a few bundles of relatively normal-looking herbs and dropped them in as well, before leading them to the door. “Hey, that reminds me - how would you feel about a garden in the yard? Not necessarily just for this stuff, just in general.” He held the door open for Lazarus, leading him into the empty shop - or mostly empty, there was a House-Elf animatedly dusting the shelves in the far right corner, humming to himself.

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[the13thsnatcher]

(like i still haven’t firmly decided where i stand with this blog and that’s really frustrating

when i stepped away i was like “okay yeah i’m honestly done and i can let Jer go”. and now it’s just a looming truth that i just don’t know how to work this blog without treating it like a job

and there’s still stuff i wanna do but idk)

[the13thsnatcher]

01. NICKNAME: eh, too many that I’m not attached to rn. 02. REAL NAME: Jack-Lorraine 03. ZODIAC: Aries 04. HEIGHT: 5′6″ 05. WHAT TIME IS IT: 8:08pm CST 06. FAVOURITE MUSICIANS / GROUPS: Nightwish is still my favorite, has been since high school. 07. FAVOURITE SPORTS TEAM: Local roller derby team, Minnesota All-Stars. 08. OTHER BLOGS: @gaminturnedassassin but it’s been aaaaages since I played with Montparnasse, the fandom sorta died though I miss him a lot. Previously ask-scabior , this is deactivated. My personal is @amphibautistic if people wanna follow. 09. DO I GET ASKS? Only when I reblog ask memes tbh? And not often. 10. HOW MANY BLOGS DO I FOLLOW? 66 right now on this blog, and about half of them are deactivated I’m sure. I used to be a lot better about unfollowing inactive blogs. 11. ANY TUMBLR CRUSHES: Not telling :P 12. LUCKY NUMBER: 8. 13. WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW: Manatee onesie. 14. DREAM VACATION: Hiking trip in Scandinavia. 15. DREAM CAR: I love my bright yellow 2007 Ford Focus.  16. FAVOURITE FOOD: How dare you ask me this? Such a decision cannot be narrowed down to ONE. 17. DRINK OF CHOICE: Tea. 18. LANGUAGES: Fluent in English. J’étudié français pour deux années en lyçee, and I really need to practice it again because I miss it and have a French-aligned name now sooo... also very very small fragments of ASL from that one semester I took in college. 19. INSTRUMENTS: Trumpet, though it’s been years. Piano but not well. I was more a choir kid. 20. CELEBRITY CRUSHES: I’m still figuring out how I experience attraction tbh? 21. RANDOM FACT: I draw amphibian-based monsters and it gives me life. I was working on a newt fursona but then seasonal depression made art impossible~

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Patient is the Night || govthookercoulson

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Jer hummed in affirmation at the words, but god the hand curling gently into his hair makes him melt. He’s always been a sucker for that - playing with his hair, gentle pulls, scratching his scalp. He pulled his mouth off of him, giving him a long lick. “Fair enough, I’ll ease up. Just needed a taste of you,” he conceded, digging his nails oh-so-lightly into Phil’s hip. But his next question was softer, more sincere. “Do you want another finger yet? I don’t wanna hurt you, y’said it’s been awhile.” He stilled his hand a moment.