professor monty and his student assistant regulus black and monty keeps trying to set regulus up with his son and reg keeps refusing out of respect to monty until reg got invited to the potters family and finally got to meet the son monty keeps trying to set him up with
yknow you can just TELL when a fic was made by chatgpt or at least partly written by chat gpt
regulus black reads and writes fanfiction
me at 3am: yk, mental stability is good..
me: *clicks next chapter of the fic i’m reading*
me: … but dead gay wizards are better
can't help but think like, bro. if you wanted to attack the archive, good job i guess?
but if you actually wanted to erase the queer + nsfw + queer nsfw content that ao3 houses...good fucking luck, dude (sarcastic).
people are always going to create. people are always going to be exploring the meaning of humanity or morality or any complex emotion through their art.
governments and groups alike have tried to censor literature in history. that sort of sentiment has indeed led to book burnings and regimes and horrible ways of attempting to control the human mind. but do you know what it didn't do? it didn't fucking stop those writers. it didn't stop their responses. it didn't stop efforts to restore and preserve after the worst had passed.
like, if that is your unironic objective for this whole situation. i don't know what to tell you. lol. humans, we are always going to create. queer people, we're always going to have pride in our identity and expression. authors and artists and creators, we are always writing and drawing and creating for ourselves, for our inquiry, and for our communities.
if ao3 really goes down for a prolonged period of time, people will find other ways. if you take away one website, people will move to others. if you take every one of those down (and i hope it drives you bankrupt doing so), then, eventually, people will create their own archives. online. in real life. of course it won't be the same. and it'll be difficult. but, i guess my point is that we won't stop.
like imagine telling a human to stop making art. lol. companies will stop doing something if it doesn't make a profit, but we aren't creating for money. what we're creating for, our causes and motives and passions, are things a cyber attack/acts of hate will always fail to stifle and take away.
Sometime in winter:
Sirius: WHERE is my hoodie? I CANT FIND IT!!
Remus: Oh. Where did I... put my jumper...
James: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY COAT!!!! THE BROWN ONE WITH THE TOGGLES???
Lily: I swear I left my scarf here.
Regulus, warm and leaving the house wearing all four: hehehehehehe
MERRY CHRISTMAS BABE!!
IM LATE BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS FOR YESTERDAYYYYY
leaving kudos on ao3 isn’t enough I need to be able to eat the fic
Thought that I was going to have a nice evening and then remembered that when Patroclus died, so did Achilles’s last tie to his humanity.
Someone kill me
Regulus who has a complicated relationship with his sexuality because he swears up and down he’s gay until one day he falls in love with the beautiful woman that is Lily Evans and he doesn’t know what to do with himself