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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

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

I can't stress enough how much I miss StumbleUpon

idc what anyone says the marauders tiktok kate bush “babooshka” era was sublime and i’ll be chasing that high for the rest of my life

One of these things is not like the others

A wedding in a refugee camp near Khartoum. (Sudan, 1995) - Pascal Maitre

Before finishing ur Remus Lupin drawing. Ask yourself. Does he look bitchy? Does he look like a right cunt? Does he look like he read The Bell Jar and found it relatable? Does he look like a stretched out twink? Does he look like he'd spit at a tory? Does he look limp-wristed and dangerous? If you said no to any of these try again.

does anyone understand

if you want young queers to want to associate with elder queers then maybe the culture shouldn't be so ridiculous and over the top. I get second hand embarrassment from drag queens and leather daddies and kinksters in puphoods acting like they represent all gays

I would much rather be represented by drag queens, leather daddies and pups than by petulant cowards afraid of their own reflection. You are talking about people who never had the option of being seen as "normal people who just happen to be gay" and channeled their pain into self expression, community and art. And who are you? You define yourself not in terms of who you are and what you create but in terms of who you are not and what you lack. These people you hate only seem larger than life because your life is too small and insignificant to fit them.

"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?"