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Oh my god. Did Voldemort wear shoes? Cause walking around barefoot while trying to kill a teenager doesn’t seem very effective.

Is he a Doc Martens kind of guy??? Converse??? Birkenstocks???

i just read a washington post article on romcoms aging poorly due to the pushiness (and oft-stalkery conduct) of the male characters therein, and it got me thinking about pride and prejudice, and specifically darcy saying, “one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

because, like, that’s the seldom-portrayed romantic dream in the patriarchal hellscape that is our world, isn’t it?

a dude being willing to say, “i understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’ll leave you alone forever about this if my attention is unwanted.”

so simple, yet so wonderful in its basic human decency

Reblog if your blog is safe for trans followers.

The sign of high quality is the fact the book was banned by the government. Trash literature NEVER EVER had any troubles with the law.

i wouldnt dislike all these lgbt pride flags if they at least looked cool instead of a bunch of gay color stripes. we need pride flags that look like heavy metal album covers. with like skeletons driving motorcycles and waving guns around. i want a flag that’ll make your balls drop and grow hair on your chest when you look at it

this makes me emotional every time i read it-

They Told Me

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“Draco?” Harry asked, finger tracing the dips of the blonde’s ribcage.

At the sound of his name, he looked down to the head that was laying on his chest, running a hand gently through the messy brunette locks springing from it.

“Yes, love?” Draco answered, catching Harry’s abrupt change of tone.

“Do you think they were like us when they were younger? Do you think they loved each other the way we do?” Harry nearly whispered, his voice almost getting lost in the silence of the room.

“Who, Harry?”

“Sirius and Remus.”

Draco felt his throat close up slightly as the names rang in his ears. When Harry didn’t receive an answer after a few moments of silence, he pushed himself up onto his elbow, looking down at Draco concerned.

“Dra—”

“Yes.”

Harry froze —becoming very aware of the fact that his vision was exceptionally blurry due to his glasses being laid on the night stand— and focused in on Draco’s pained expression. His head was turned away from Harry, eyes looking out through the bedroom window.

“They were just like us,” Draco nodded, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his pale lips. “Though they didn’t have to hide it as much in their younger years I suppose —not like we did— seeing as how they weren’t fighting a bloody war against each other. They loved each other the way you and I do, yes, possibly even more.”

“But how do you know?” Harry questioned.

Draco looked back to his boyfriend, tears threatening to spill from his eyes at any moment. He placed a hand to the back of Harry’s head and pulled him against his chest again, burying a hand in his hair.

Countless memories of the night that Remus and Sirius had caught Draco lurking around the whomping willow well past curfew clouded over his entire mind.

The sorrowful look that Sirius gave Draco upon finding him crying about how he didn’t want to have to kill the only boy he had ever loved, verbally refusing to have that blood on his hands.

Remus taking a seat beside his shaking form, offering nothing but a warm smile and comforting words as he assured him everything would be alright.

The both of them staying outside with Draco for the remainder of the night, telling him the story of two boys who were very much in love, but allowed a nasty war to separate the two of them for too many years.

The conversation he had with them just days before Sirius would die, the pair telling him that even if he failed at everything else in life, he needed to succeed in making his feelings known before it was too late.

The secret note he had received from Remus just minutes before all hell broke loose, making Draco promise that he would protect Harry with all his life because he wasn’t going to be able to do it anymore.

The tears finally started slipping down Draco’s flushed cheeks as he tightened his grip around Harry. Letting out a silent breath, his eyes drifted back to the moon hanging outside the window.

“Because they told me.”

thinking about werewolves and the concept of becoming a monster and discovering that something savage and uncontrollable exists within you and the potential that has to be a liberating narrative about growth and change and courage rather than a story about controlling and concealing it