[whizzfizz]

Focus on the road, Potter

"Careful," he gasped. "Airbag."

"What?"

Happy Hogwarts Express Day! I wrote something. It's Hinny and it's rated E. I really don't have anything else to say. Enjoy :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33616294

[aru]

Tumblr Code.

[geekishchic]

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

always reblog tumblr identification

[hobbinch]

This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.

[heritageposts]

date of origin: 2nd of july, 2012.

[blingblingboy-kinnie]

Bro what it’s the second of July 2020. Happy 8th anniversary of this classic tumblr post!!!!

[artofpan]

Art trade with HideTheDecay :) Check out the video timelapse here.

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

rarely = never

[whizzfizz]

Whizz wrote smut: some thoughts

Wow. Focus on the road, Potter has become my most read fic on AO3 and has reached over 1000 hits in the space of 1 week. Thank you to everyone who read it, reviewed, reblogged, followed, subscribed; I am really baffled by the amount of feedback on this one-shot. Here are some unsolicited thoughts:

It seems clear to me that E-rated stuff attracts people a lot more than other ratings and I find that extremely funny. (Though let's be honest, this one-shot was incredibly tame compared to what is usually floating around in the E tag)

Writing smut is challenging but fun. Kudos to the authors who have smut in most of their fics. I wrote a couple of very mild scenes for Epitaph but none of them were particularly descriptive, unlike Focus. (Where are their hands? *scrolls back up 25 times* What terms should I use? How do I describe body parts without cringing and shutting my laptop? etc etc)

I LOVED writing the build-up to the sex, more so than the sex itself. I don't know what that says about me. But joke aside, the goal was to depict an intimate and honest and realistic relationship, with a build-up and banter and foreplay and inside jokes and all the things that make intimacy interesting to write (and interesting to experience, if I may add). And then yeah, I guess some of it was hot, but that's what sex is supposed to be.

People are so kind??? The darlings on Discord and our convos on privacy charms, especially rockstar @pebblysand who went "yeah why wouldn't you post it" and then seeing as I had no real answer I ended up posting it, lol. I just think readers have been so positive and I love it.

So all in all, this was fun! Don't know if I'll dedicate a full one-shot to smut again anytime in the future but this experience made me more confident with my writing for sure.

[floreatcastellumposts]

The Train

The last train out of Newcastle was almost empty. It rattled across the large bridges over the black water of the Tyne, and for the most part was quiet, just one or two people per carriage, snoozing in their seats or tapping away on laptops, ignoring the ping of the intercom and the Geordie-accented voice announcing the stops.

The exception to this was the very last carriage, where a large family was making a lot of noise indeed. Dressed head to toe in green and draped in scarves and flags and badges with words like 'Harpies rangers!' and 'These witches have talons!', they stretched across two table seats and the aisles behind too, the tables themselves laden with drinks and tubs of food bought last minute from the M&S in the station.

'-And then I can't believe you just openly told me it's rude to stare!' Albus was bursting out furiously at his father. The rest of the family was roaring with laughter, and Al was occasionally laughing too, though his face was as red as his mother's hair.

'It is rude to stare!' Harry replied, holding out his hands helplessly.

'I wasn't staring!'

'You WERE!' several people shouted back at him, pink faced with laughter.

Scorpius adopted a vacant, dreamy sort of expression, staring into the middle distance. 'H...ello,' he croaked, which only made the rest of the family laugh even more. Teddy's stomach ached from it, and he could see Lily wiping tears from her eyes.

'I didn't say it like that!'

'You DID!'

'I said it normally! A normal hello!'

'You absolutely did not, and you stared for so long - I have never seen you look more like your mother,' said Harry. 'I was transported back to my first visit to the Burrow.'

'Oh!' said Ginny, with mock crossness, and she leaned over the table to place a protective hand on her son's shoulder. 'Ignore them, Al, they don't know what it's like to meet your heroes-'

Albus rested his forehead on the table, between the tub of flapjacks and bottles of butterbeer, his shoulders shaking in despairing laughter. 'Mum, it's your fault, springing that on me... Can't believe I just stared at him... Why didn't you warn me he was their coach?'

'I thought it would be a nice surprise!' said Ginny. 'I thought you'd always wanted to meet Gonçalo Flores!'

'He did,' said Scorpius, 'but I bet he always imagined he'd be very suave and witty, not just... "H...ello...", didn't you, Al?'

'I hate you all, I hate Quidditch, I hate Gonçalo Flores-'

'No, you don't.'

'No, I don't,' admitted Albus, still hilariously red in the face. 'He was so nice about it... just makes it worse...'

'Al,' said James above the family's laughter. He was grinning evilly. 'Is he on your list, Al?'

'Oh my God, shut up-'

'He is!' said James gleefully, as amused 'ooh's' filled the carriage and Scorpius nodded enthusiastically, looking positively elated. 'He is on your list!'

'You know, I was worried for about half a second when I saw him,' said Scorpius. 'But fair's fair, you gave it your best shot, Al, I'm happy for him to stay on the list.'

'What list?' asked Harry, frowning. 'I don't get it.'

'Oh, sweetheart, you're so innocent,' said Ginny sympathetically, leaning back to squeeze Harry's knee. 'You're probably on loads of lists.'

'What lists?' he asked, apparently entirely flummoxed. 'What for?'

'No one tell him,' said Teddy quickly. 'No one explain.'

'Is it a list of people to kill? If someone's on your list you want to kill them?'

'Oh my God, Dad, get more mind healing,' said Lily, which made Ted snort with laughter.

'Al definitely doesn't want to kill Gonçalo Flores...' said James, with a grin that looked eerily like Uncle George.

'Stop it; I don't want to discuss this with my parents-' hissed Al.

'Who else is on your list?' asked Ginny. She looked at Scorpius. 'Who else is on it?'

'Well...'

‘You know who’s on mine?’ said Rowan, who seemed drunker than Ted had ever seen him, ‘Cerys Twycross. That actress from that play we saw last year.’

Lily snorted. ‘In your dreams, love.’

‘Well, yes, precisely,’ said Rowan, which earned him a shriek of laughter from Ginny.

‘You know what,’ said Scorpius, with a brief smirk at Lily. ‘I could arrange that for you. I know a guy who knows her.’

‘Shut up!’ said Lily, sitting up so fast in her seat that the pack of crisps in her lap went flying. ‘You don’t, you’re winding me up, you’re as bad as James sometimes.’

‘Tell me more,’ said Rowan, leaning forward.

‘Yeah, good luck, Ro…’

'Hazel,' said Harry, leaning across the aisle.

'No,' she said at once, shaking her head frantically. The others laughed.

'What does it mean?' he asked. 'You'll tell me.'

'Don't tell him, Haze!'

'I - ask your son-' she babbled.

'Tell me, I'm your boss-'

'Not any more...'

'I'm good friends with your boss, come on-'

'Hazel, don-'

'It's a list of people you're allowed to sleep with,' she blurted out, and then her cheeks flushed pink too.

'Ahh,' said Harry, leaning back. He turned to Ginny with a grin that Teddy did not like at all. 'Like our agreement about Madeleine Marlborough?'

'I beg your pardon?' spluttered James, as Al and Lily both howled in revulsion and the others burst into renewed laughter.

'The Australian singer.'

'Yes, I know who she is, I wish I didn't.'

'Horrible,' Teddy said. 'She's my age. You're both horrible. Who - no I don't want to know.'

'It's not serious,' Harry assured them.

'Excuse me, speak for yourself,' said Ginny.

'Stop!' pleaded Albus, burying his face in his hands. 'The pair of you... I am about to leap off this train.'

'This is terrible,' James agreed. 'This is... deeply traumatising.'

'It's all right for you,' said Ted. 'You'll forget it in about five minutes.'

'Well, that's five minutes too long.'

'You all need to toughen up,' said Harry with a shrug. 'Scorpius, Rowan and Hazel don't mind.' Indeed, they were all spluttering with laughter, Hazel and Rowan exchanging shocked but amused glances.

'They're not related to you!'

'And anyway, sadly I can't imagine we'll ever meet her, our concert days are over and I don’t think we run in the same circles.'

'I think this whole experience demonstrates that just because someone is on your list, doesn't mean that you'll actually enjoy meeting them,' said Albus flatly.

'Oh, Ally, you poor thing, no wonder you were so star-struck,' said Ginny. 'You should have told me he was on your list-'

'GOD-!'

'Back in the day, when-'

'Yes - we know - you met Dad and you couldn't speak in front of him, but you were a little girl, I'm a fully grown man-'

'So's Gonçalo Flores,' said Scorpius, with an exaggerated wink.

Albus screamed into the tub of brownie bites.

The shrieks of laughter and jeers continued as the train snaked through the darkness, swaying slightly as it turned corners. Teddy liked travelling this way; they had known that several of them would be too drunk to apparate after the match, and the Knight Bus and Portkey points would likely be too full of journalists and people staring to be worth it. But Teddy liked the slowness of muggle transport, he liked the conversations that arose from lack of anything else to do, the way that they were cramped in together. He blew across the top of his butterbeer bottle to make the funny hooting noise before remembering his young daughters were not there with him, but at home with Vic, but Lily laughed and seemed to appreciate it anyway.

'If I get an emptier one,' she said, 'and someone else gets another - we should try and make the theme tune to the Bowmans.'

'Ooh, yes, let me help,' said Ginny, seizing a bottle. 'Hazel, you take this one - if we get good enough, we can save some money on the wedding band.'

'Did we book a band?' James blurted out suddenly, and he seized his notebook and began rifling through the pages. 'Did we-?'

'Yes,' said Hazel soothingly. 'It's all arranged.'

'Which one, I don't remember-'

'It's all right,' said Harry patiently, for James was starting to look a little frantic. 'No one expects you to remember everything involved in planning a wedding.'

'OK, I've found it - I wrote here that I booked them - but I don't remember doing it-'

Teddy exchanged a dark glance with Ginny, who picked up a tub of caramelized peanuts and shook them at James in offering. ‘That’s what you write things down for, isn’t it? Grab a handful of these before they’re all gone, I can’t stop picking at them.’

He must have known he was being distracted, for he gave her an irritable sort of look, but he did take a handful and returned to looking through his notebook in a much calmer sort of way.

‘Is your list in there?’ Ted asked, nodding at the full pages. ‘So you don’t forget?’

James’s brown eyes flicked up at him a narrowed slightly. ‘No,’ he said firmly.

‘You said that pretty quickly,’ said Al.

‘Almost too quickly.’

‘I don’t have a list,’ said James. ‘I’m not a pervert like the rest of you.’

‘Everyone’s got a list, Jim,’ said Scorpius. ‘Even if they don’t realise.’

‘Your father and I aren’t perverts!’ exclaimed Ginny.

‘You are, and I won’t hear any more about it-’

‘Hazel -’ began Harry, ‘obviously you both have lists, don’t you? I’m your boss-’

‘I am absolutely not talking to you about it,’ said Hazel.

There was a great, rhythmic ‘ooh’ from the amused family, and James grinned broadly at her, but Harry was also grinning, unfazed and unoffended. ‘So there is a list, then?’

There was another round of whooping, howling laughter, Rowan clapping his hands in delight. ‘He’s got you there!’

Hazel was laughing, her head in her hands, but James, still amused, was leaping to her defence. ‘Don’t twist her words - thank God you’re not an auror now, that wouldn’t hold up in court, would it? Don’t-’

‘He’s so defensive - I bet it’s because their lists are filthy!’ insisted Al.

‘Absolutely not, there’s no list!’

The train began to rattle and sway even more, slipping between towering concrete covered in graffiti. The tannoy chimed and the Geordie accent from before announced that they would soon be arriving into Kings Cross.

‘Excellent,’ said Harry happily, although Teddy felt oddly glum that their journey had come to an end.

They staggered off the train together into the almost empty station, still bedecked in green, still laughing and shouting loudly at one another, their voices echoing off the grubby white tiles. Harry, though Lily had not permitted him to drink much at all, threw open his arms and looked up at the great glass ceiling as he walked. ‘Isn’t it good to be back here, kids?’ he called loudly. Then he span and pointed at Teddy. ‘A few more years and you’ll be here every September again too!’

Ted grinned at him, though the prospect of Dora and Celeste starting school mildly terrified him. He kept walking, and as he reached Harry, his godfather slung his arm around his shoulders. ‘Watch out,’ he told Ted, ‘it goes by in a flash.’

‘Already is.’

‘Bring the girls next time, it was lovely having everyone together. They’d love it - you know it’s no problem getting tickets.’

‘I told you - it’s well past their bed time.’

‘Ah, who cares - the odd late night never hurt anyone.’

‘Easy to say when you don’t have to deal with them the next day!’ said Ted, laughing.

The ticket gates were wide open; the family walked through without reaching into their pockets for the little orange cards. ‘Right,’ Ginny was saying briskly, ‘who’s coming to Ron and Hermione’s with us? Al and Scorpius - are you still going with Ted to Grimmauld Place? Or - no, Lily, was that you two?’

But Lily was ignoring her, pulling urgently on Rowan’s hand and gesturing frantically at the others. ‘Hurry - the night tube isn’t running tonight!’

‘Ah, we’ll get a cab-’

‘Thank you,’ said Harry’s voice, much quieter now. Ted stopped watching the rest of the family chaotically argue over getting the tube or taxis, and looked at Harry. He was watching his son and Hazel; James was pointing at the barrier between platform’s nine and ten, recounting some story. ‘For joking about it all with him, for keeping it light.’

‘Of course,’ said Ted. ‘Wasn’t that what we all agreed?’

‘Yes, but I know it isn’t easy, but you always find the right words.’

‘Sort of my job,’ mumbled Ted awkwardly. ‘He seems to be doing so much better though, so it is getting easier, isn’t it?’

‘It is. It’ll be a good wedding.’

‘TED!’ Lily bellowed. ‘Come ON! We’re going back to yours!’

‘Chill out!’ he shouted back to her, and then looked once more at Harry with great exasperation. ‘What’s she like?’

Harry smiled, though it seemed slightly strained. ‘I mean it. Thank you.’

‘You don’t need to thank me for looking after my brother.’

Harry hugged him, one hand gripping at the silky Harpies flag draped round Ted’s shoulders, the other at the back of his head in his emerald green hair. ‘Good luck with writing the speech,’ he said. ‘Send my love to Vic and the girls.’

‘Will do. See you Sunday.’

They broke apart. ‘Jim! Hazel!’ Harry called across the wide expanse of the station. ‘Let’s go, if we’re too late back Hermione’ll tell us off.’

Beneath the great glass ceiling of Kings Cross, the family hugged, and made their hasty, happy farewells.

[41mojitos]

The Will To Change by Bell Hooks fucked me up good

[bozosonthebus]

Actually most of words we use for sex are violent, not just fuck. My Marriage and Family professor pointed this out during my freshmen year of college and it’s stayed with me. Think about it…. bang, screw, hit it, pound, smash, rail, plow, pound, like our entire culture has tried to remove the concept of intimacy and vulnerability and emotion from sex by associating violent words with the action. The power of language on culture, perspective, and overall mindset is so incredible. We gotta be more careful and respectful of that.

[tchrgleek]

Interestingly enough, the one term I can think of that isn’t violent, make love, is ridiculed in pop culture instead of used to create intimacy when talking about sex. I never considered that before. This whole post is food for thought.

[coffeegleek]

Reblogging again for ^^this comment. I’d been thinking the same thing. You can say you had sex or fucked or banged but if you say you “made love” then you’re mocked as a naive, overly-romantic, teenage girl virgin or some other sexist bullshit. 

I wonder what euphemisms are in other languages. I only know a few, but not well enough to write about them.

[masterofdeath]

and to your left you will see an abuser realizing that his victim might be the last hope he has. you also see a pure, good boy who has limitless compassion contemplate if he does have a limit:

[ashesandhackles]

It really speaks to the damage Vernon Dursley has done that Harry actually wonders if he would save him.

[masterofdeath]

b/c i'm an # awful person talk about harry's feelings towards lupin when he offers to help them at grimmauld place ?

i need to preface this by saying i love remus. i love him as a person, as a character, i’m down for it. and i love remus and harry’s relationship and i think remus was wildly important to harry, offering him more tools to help himself than any other teacher. so what i’m saying IS OUT OF LOVE.

by the time remus shows up offering to help, he has repeatedly let harry down. harry’s disappointed that remus doesn’t write him after sirius dies ( and for harry to be disappointed in the actions of others towards him, that says something ). he has repeatedly shown harry that he wants to keep him at arm’s length ( the reasons behind this are probably due to remus’ insecurities / fears but i don’t write remus so i’m not going to dive too much into it ). 

harry recognizes this. i think, on some level, he relates very easily to remus. but i think, at the point he’s at in his own journey, he is beginning to see his heroes for what they really are. – remus shows up under the guise of finally stepping up into harry’s life, but harry quickly realizes it’s only because he doesn’t think he’s worthy of being a father or a husband. 

so it makes him angry. and remus evoking james’ memory makes him even angrier. one of the few things harry took on the run was the photographs hagrid gave him, he is reminded constantly of the sacrifice his parents made for him. it’s one of the few times harry refuses to let himself be manipulated by someone who knew james better than he ever could. because he’s closer to james than he ever was. 

harry sacrificed his relationship with ginny, his chance at personal happiness because of the greater good. because he understands that his personal needs are insignificant compared to what was at stake, but he values bravery highly. remus came to him out of fear. remus also showed disregard to something harry values above all else, family. 

harry understands that he needs to make remus angry in order to make him leave, he realizes he might need burn a bridge to make remus feel like harry’s not an escape route, so he does what he needs to do, a reoccurring theme. because there is somewhere remus should be, and it’s not with him. still, he speaks out of anger towards someone he feels ought to know better, acting below himself. 

[rons-amortentia]

At the last word there was a peculiar grinding noise from above. All of them looked upward in time to see the crystal chandelier tremble; then, with a creak and an ominous jingling, it began to fall. Bellatrix was directly beneath it; dropping Hermione, she threw herself aside with a scream. The chandelier crashed to the floor in an explosion of crystal and chains, falling on top of Hermione and the goblin, who still clutched the sword of Gryffindor. Glittering shards of crystal flew in all directions; Draco doubled over, his hands covering his bloody face. As Ron ran to pull Hermione out of the wreckage, Harry took the chance: He leapt over an armchair and wrested the three wands from Draco’s grip, pointed all of them at Greyback, and yelled, “Stupefy!”

-(Harry potter and the Deathly Hallows)

This passage summarized Harry, Draco and Ron perfectly.

1. Harry will always go for the greater good. He will always try to save EVERYONE over a particular person.

2. Draco will always try to save himself 1st.

3. Ron will do ANYTHING to keep Hermione out of harm's way. At any cost.

[galina]

[whizzfizz]

I am blown away by the support on yesterday's one-shot! Truly was not expecting this much positive feedback when I woke up today. I will get back to everyone's messages either tonight or most likely Saturday! Take care everyone. - whizz

[whizzfizz]

Focus on the road, Potter

"Careful," he gasped. "Airbag."

"What?"

Happy Hogwarts Express Day! I wrote something. It's Hinny and it's rated E. I really don't have anything else to say. Enjoy :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33616294

[whizzfizz]

you guys are getting a H/G one-shot tomorrow 😜

[blvnk-art]

After talking about their future “I want you there.” “I will be.”

[theresthesnitch]

Six sentence sunday

Thanks for the tags, @missgryffin and @cesays ! It's still Sunday, but I waited until the final chapter of TS was posted. So here's a taste of my August Jilychallenge, which will hopefully be posted in the next two days. 😬

"Let's move on before he says something else stupid."

Lily wipes a tear, trying to get her laughter under control. "Are you sure? It's pretty entertaining."

She thinks I'm entertaining. Me. She likes me! I mean, or likes making fun of me, but the feelings are decidedly positive.

"Please don't encourage it."

"Too late, Moony. I'm already encouraged."

Tagging: @velvethopewrites @adenei @blitheringmcgonagall @mollymarymarie @joyseuphoria

[velvethopewrites]

Thanks @theresthesnitch 💋💖

Even though it is no longer Sunday (I sort wandered off yesterday and didn’t come back) this would be from THE NEXT CHAPTER of Possession, Chapter 15:

After what felt like many wonderful hours, Harry finally pulled away and gave her a happy smile, his eyes full of amusement.

“That wasn’t very British of you, I’m afraid. Snogging me in public, what will everyone think?”

Ginny growled at him softly and nuzzled him. “I don’t give a toss what they say. I was suddenly overcome with a huge amount of warm feelings for you, you git. Or do you want me to contain myself properly?”

Harry smirked and pulled her closer to him. “Never.”

“Then shut up when I snog the pants off you.”

Harry chuckled and sat back, eyes laughing at her. “Sorry to say my pants are still on, Red. You’ll have to do better than that.”

(I went slightly over six sentences, sowwwy) Also, forgot to tag someone else… uh… @whizzfizz and @celtics534 !

[whizzfizz]

This is fun, thank you for tagging me @velvethopewrites!

Here are six sentences from an upcoming chapter of Epitaph ;)

“And with the Stone... they’re not really there.”

“What do you mean?”

“They are there but like, in your head.”

“How do you know?”

Harry shrugs again. Ron has no idea what that means; he has no idea what any of it means.

There we go 😜 tagging all my lovely mutuals if you guys are up for it!

[chudleycanonficfest]

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

Day 30, Post #2 by @whizzfizz

Title: Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 Author/Artist: whizzfizz Pairing: Harry/Ginny Prompt: Cuddling Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): mentions of canon-typical violence, nightmares and very mild allusion to sex

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Ginny’s worst fear is having to tell her children that Harry is not coming home. 

  It starts after the war, when Harry is sent off in increasingly dangerous missions and Andromeda is working night shifts. Ginny rocks and soothes little Teddy, whispering words of comfort in the toddler’s ear. As Remus and Dora’s child snuggles into her chest, Ginny contemplates the weight of parenthood. She wonders how she could ever explain to Teddy that he will not be able to see Harry anymore. She wonders if she would ever have the strength for such a task. 

She is aware of the risks. This is Harry, for Merlin’s sake. Not just any Auror. She knows his name is and will forever remain an obvious target. She knew it when they kissed by the Great Lake and when he broke up with her. She knew it as they stole that furtive embrace after the funerals and much later, when he got down on one knee in front of her. Ginny knows the fear of losing him will persist like a shadow. 

Being an Auror’s wife is not easy. The role involves a lot of patience, a lot of waiting, a lot of worry. Rushed goodbyes on Christmas mornings and midnights lost running down the corridors of St. Mungo’s. It also involves promising her children that Dad will be home very soon, safe and sound, even though she does not know if that is true. 

Keep reading

[whizzfizz]

that's meeeee! thank you to the mods for organising such a great fest <3 you can also read my one-shot on AO3.