I Saw A Post A While Ago That Joked About How Fanfic Writers Love To Give Characters Non-specific Paperwork

Gabrielle Delacour was only eight years old when she first met Harry Potter, a nice enough boy, during the Triwizard Tournament. Her friends back home were jealous, but back then it was more about her brush with celebrity than any romantic notions. He had saved her after all, and Gabrielle had to deal with months of “Oh I wish that had been me,” and she had to just smile politely instead of saying what she really wanted to say. Oh of course she was grateful to Harry, and always would be, but she would not want to relive the moment. Gabrielle had been told beforehand that it was all perfectly safe, but sometimes she still woke up feeling like she was sinking into the murky waters of the Black Lake.

As her schoolmates grew older, everyone around her seemed to be more and more interested in crushes and kisses. During sleepovers, the other girls would gossip and giggle about which wix they liked, which wix they wanted to do things with that always made Gabrielle blush, though she wasn’t sure why. All she knew for sure was that she didn’t seem to feel the same way as her classmates. When asked who she had a crush on, Gabrielle answered truthfully: Nobody. “You don’t ‘ave to be shy about it Gaby,” Her classmates giggled, “We know you ‘ave a crush on ‘Arry Potter.” Did she? Gabrielle didn’t think so, but her classmates were insistent, so she became less sure of herself.

Soon enough was her sister’s wedding, where she would see Harry Potter again. Gabrielle was nervous as her family prepared to travel – was this what her classmates were talking about? It wasn’t quite the butterflies in her stomach that was described to her, but maybe it was something similar. Maybe this was the crush she was told she had. She batted her eyelashes at Harry, copying her friends’ attempts at flirting, but immediately felt mortified and silly, and spent the rest of the wedding hiding behind her parents rather than talking to her sister’s new family. Flirting just didn’t feel right to her, she wasn’t sure if she would ever try again. “Don’t worry dear,” Her mother smiled at her, “You’ll get the ‘ang of it as you get older.”

But as the years went by she still never got the hang of it, always more awkward than her classmates. Despite this, her Veela heritage meant she was never short of dates as a teenager and young adult, wix would ask her left and right and Gabrielle nearly always accepted, hoping to find that spark her friends talked about. She never wanted a second date, and never allowed more than a quick goodbye kiss. The obvious disappointment on her dates’ faces always rubbed her the wrong way and she wondered again why she felt so differently about all this romance stuff.

Finally, nearly a decade after her sister’s wedding, Gabrielle decided she would spend the holidays with her sister’s family rather than deal with her parent’s imploring when she would settle down and marry and have kids, the apparent trifecta of adulthood. She had tried many times to explain to her mother that she didn’t want the first two and was still unsure about the third, but her mother seemed to have selective hearing on the subject. So there she was, curled up on the couch in her sister’s living room, having a drink with Bill and Charlie while Fleur put the babies to bed, that the dreaded question came up.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” Bill asked, more as a conversation starter than out of genuine interest.

Gabrielle rolled her eyes, “Not really, not interested in all that.” She took a sip of her drink, dreading part two of the questions.

“Oh ok, so you’re a bit like Charlie then? Aroace?”

Gabrielle stared blankly at Bill, then at Charlie. “Arrow… ace?”

Charlie laughed a bit, “Means Aromantic-Asexual. Aromantic means I don’t feel romantic attraction, like crushes I guess, and asexual means I don’t feel sexual attraction.”

“That’s a thing?!” Gabrielle set her drink down so quickly some sloshed over the edge and onto the table. “How did you know? How are you sure?”

And that was the beginning of a long conversation that lasted well into the night. Bill came out as bisexual and sometime during the conversation Fleur returned and contributed that she was ace and panromantic. The group had a long discussion about sexuality, and bemoaning the lack of sex education in wizarding schools, and how they came to realize their respective sexualities and how their parents reacted. Fluer admitted that she never spoke of it much because of all the pressure at home to get a husband and produce kids, and apologized that she never talked to Gabrielle about it. Gaby almost didn’t care at that point, so relieved was she to find something that seemed to fit. She still wasn’t sure if aroace was the right term for her, but with some great reading suggestions from Charlie, she knew she was on the right path. She watched the sunset that morning with a feeling of peace, and even though she had a hundred more questions now, she was glad she had found the answer to one that had been bugging her for years.

Submitted by @chaifae

you know that feeling when you’re watching a show or movie and there’s a scene where the found family is just having the best time celebrating something and it slow motion pans out while music plays in the backround and you’re just filled with this feeling of immense joy but also deep desire for that kind of happiness and friendship?

no, just me? okay.

Part 2:

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I was watching this video, and it was a vine video compilation. The title recommended turning captions on.

If I can't fit all of them on at the same time, I'll make a second post.

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Part 2 coming right up.

the suffering never ends

They have their thinking posture on

WE ARE LOVE PATROL ALPHA!!!!!

I love my friend and their weird antics.

Some examples of why:

Honestly, they're terrifying at times.

But at least they're entertaining.

Tbh idek why I'm doing this, but if y'all wanna read a book that has Hot Daga references in it (names/mentions) and is just all round chaotic, then check out the book that me and my friend wrote.

It was supposed to be a single person project. I asked her to review the first part, and we ended up working together.

It's chaos.

It started when I was trying to get at least a few words down for an English Mystery story that we were supposed to write, and I wasn't coming up with any ideas. Then, I remembered watching a few seasons of the Hot Daga, and I started incorporating names and giving a few nods to some of the story plots as I wrote. It turned into a 9 part short story, and we're hella proud of it and working on a second part.

Also it has hints of gay because me and my friend couldn't resist.

Legit we made a fuckin email account and Wattpad account for this book (all set up at around 3 am when my computer was bugging a bit).

Dunno why I'm even writing this, but if you want you can check it out. It's on Wattpad.

Happy 7th anniversary!

I didn’t start drawing for this anniversary, but luckily I was able to finish it on the same date. Maybe this is the scene from Frozen 2 making film.  @lovewillthaw-j​ inspired this painting!  🥰

I was watching this video, and it was a vine video compilation. The title recommended turning captions on.

If I can't fit all of them on at the same time, I'll make a second post.

Here goes:

Part 2 coming right up.