Does Anyone Understand

Hogwarts first year: PART 1

First semester, September to December

Internet mobs will be like "why doesnt anyone just ADMIT when theyre WRONG anymore??!!" and then treat someone like they deserve the death penalty because they said something off-colour on twitter when they were 14

No one will admit that they were wrong if you treat being wrong like its an eternal indictment against them with no chance for rehabilitation

"when talking abt the whomping willow.....could u not have chosen smth a bit less dangerous for a school? like a well-locked door? or perhaps named it smth a bit more scary? like 'death tree?' just so even the stupidest children knew what it was all abt?"

Toor’s scenes possess a kind of solemnity or quietude that does not suggest equilibrium so much as tender regard. Toor’s protagonists, obvious stand-ins for the artist himself, at least at an earlier moment in his life, seem held in suspension between two worlds, Old and New, never entirely at home in either. But he also holds them at emotional arm’s length, as if these images were tempered by time, less observations than memories, and they begin to assume the lineaments of archetype, despite their depiction of technology à la mode.

(Many of the pictures have an overall green palette, appropriate, perhaps, for the nocturnal illumination of bars or apartment parties—although more readily suggesting fin de siècle gaslight—but also reminiscent of the discoloured varnish of old paintings hanging for generations in smoke-filled drawing rooms.)

on Salman Toor

“The bisexual community should be a place where lines are erased. Bisexuality dismisses, disproves, and defies dichotomies. It connotes a loss of rigidity and absolutes. It is an inclusive term.”

— Martin-Damon, K., “Essay for the Inclusion of Transsexuals”. Bisexual Politics. New York: Harrington Park Press. 1995

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if there's anything at all that's not cadence? like your next project... wink wink

Should I...? Idk... I'm mostly waiting until I've finished Cadence and I can disappear for a little while to write it 👀 All I can tell you rn is:

It's 2009 - Hogwarts has its very first muggle Muggle Studies teacher, the seventh years have started an underground Blackberry BBM ring, there's word going around of students' wands randomly turning faulty in the middle of lessons, rumours of someone harbouring a kelpie in the girls' fourth floor toilet, DADA classes are a total write-off thanks to being taught by a nineteen year-old grad student named Chad, pocket-dragons have become all the rage, and Teddy Lupin has just started his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 🤭

What AO3 is Named After

I’ve posted about this a few times, but it bears repeating because lots of people don’t even think about AO3′s name.

It’s a reference to A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf, which is a feminist essay about how society stifles women’s artistic expression.

ten lines, ten people

my baby (gc omega #1 <3) @sequinhaze tagged me in this and I went back and forth for a while because I don't actually haaave ten confirmed wips to share. I don't even have ten full ideas, because thinking about balancing that many ideas makes me want to vomit

but I do have these. whether [most of them] will ever leave my drafts is unknown, but what the hell - here u go

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

"The fact that it was a Saturday night in July and the lookout was empty should’ve been clue number one that they were about to be murdered." -> "Grimmauld Pines" a cheesy 80s vampire AU based on The Lost Boys (1987)

"Most evenings Andromeda had to hide that confounding purple Game-kid—Game-boy thingy away in the kitchen cupboard behind not one but two locking charms just to ensure her grandson slept through the night." -> "Teddy Lupin and the Elder Tree" oop a title drop ig

"[Letter written to the author in April of 1963, used to compile the events of the 2nd and 50th divisions of the Royal British Army during the Battle of France in 1940.] Dear Harry, I’m sorry this letter has taken me so long to write." -> Unnamed Battle of Dunkirk AU

"Arriving backstage at a concert stadium the first thing you notice is the smell. It’s overpowering, like an auto shop on fire. or alternatively; “Jesus Christ, that’s a big cock.” -> [Name redacted], Cadence of Part-time Poets, Part 2

no pressure tagging (apologies if you've already done it xx) : @otrtbs @ad-aspera-per-aspera @crushofdoves @waririses @rollercoasterwords @messrsage @wanderingdonut @billspaid @drownedlove @elder-millennial-trash @anouri

“litanies to my heavenly brown body” by mark aguhar