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my disappointment when i search up a wlw ship on ao3 and the first page is just mlm ships with background wlw.

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Sleep

"Fake" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 283 words

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James was exhausted. He was drained, he was tired, he just wanted to collapse and sleep for a few dozen years.

But he had things to do, and those things took precedence over sleeping.

"What are you doing?"

James twisted in his seat, happily surprised to see Regulus behind him. "Tutoring. How's your day going?"

Regulus dropped into the chair beside him. "It was fine, until l came in here and saw you giving everyone the most fake smile I've ever seen."

James glanced around, making sure none of the first-years had heard. Thankfully, they all seemed to be doing okay right now. "It's not fake."

"Forced, then," Regulus replied. He gave James an appraising look. "When's the last time you slept?"

"The night before last," James admitted. "But I'll sleep tonight after I finish my transfiguration essay."

"No."

James almost frowned before he caught himself. "No?"

Regulus nodded. "No. You need to go and sleep now."

"I can't," James protested. "I'm tutoring."

"I brought Pandora to help Lily," Regulus nodded slightly in their direction. "So you can come with me and get some rest before dinner."

"I don't need -" James stopped, honestly a little overwhelmed at the idea of getting to lay down for a bit. "Really?"

Regulus rolled his eyes. "Really. Come on, I really need you unconscious in the next half hour."

James didn't have the energy to argue anymore. But he did find the energy to pull Regulus to a stop outside the Slytherin common room for a few minutes.

"Thank you," he whispered, grateful. "For thinking of me."

"I'm always thinking of you," Regulus murmured back. He gave James a brief kiss. "Now come on. Time for sleep."

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me: *doing whatever*

my brain: go spin in place

me: what

my brain: four times, to the left, arm 3/4-2/3 out.

me: there are people around!

my brain: ok… but you arm is gonna buzz and you’re not gonna be able to step on your right leg for like 30 minutes or until you’re distracted enough

me: …

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teenagers are so funny why are we all fake married to each other

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He was as starved for a challenge as James was. The difference is that Peter was better at pretending.

That was shown to be true when they got their wands. Peter’s was a chestnut wood with a dragon heartstring's core. According to Ollivander chestnut was flexible and versatile and it was associated with a strong loyalty and a taste for adventure, while the dragon heartstring’s core was temperamental and was often favored by those who were confident and bold. It seemed like a promise to his future.

Peter turned around, holding the glowing wand, and looked at James. In that moment, it was clear that Peter finally believed him. They were going to be Gryffindors.

Surprisingly, or not, James’ wand was mahogany with unicorn tail hair, which made for good and stable magic. According to Ollivander, mahogany was associated with wizards that are natural leaders, strong and brave, which James already expected. What surprised him was the unicorn tail hair. Apparently, while unicorn tail hair made for softer and consistent magic, it is also the most loyal of all three cores, almost never turning against their owner.

A wand that would never abandon him and would never fail him. It hit a chord somewhere deep and it made James' chest want to burst open. But he didn’t have time to analyse it before Peter was turning to him and talking.

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hey does anyone have any fic recs for like the same vibe as fragile house of black? i just finished reading it and loved it so so much and i really want more of, like, sirius finding out in first year that his family life isn't normal, him running away, also stuff like the unforgivables lesson and general black family stuff because that shit is just so fun to read. so yeah if you have any recs please tell me!

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me, repeatedly scratching my skin off whenever I’m nervous even tho i know it gets really bad for me: omg Remus Lupin core

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If a rosekiller fic doesn't mention blood at least once somewhere in the tags is it even a rosekiller fic

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I love that Sally Jackson’s 3 love interests are just

Literal god

Canonically pure evil

Paul

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everyone please go check out @roblogging 's pinned post we need as many people participating as possible

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everyone please go check out @roblogging 's pinned post we need as many people participating as possible

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So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.

I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”

I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.

The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”

Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.

The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”

I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.

Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.

It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.

I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.

She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)

We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?

My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.

So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.

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Aroace James headcannon/mild trauma dump

the only reason why he "had a crush on lily" was because everyone around him was pressuring him to like someone, so he just chose who he thought was probably the best option, and he went after her for so long because he thought he had to and only realised what the feelings about a crush and what crushes actually really were by the time they got together and she already had genuine feelings for him. but now he couldn't back out because that would make her feel absolutely horrible about herself and make her think that it was something she did wrong because of the fact that he "liked" her for so long (and to her eyes the only thing that has changed is them actually getting together and him being with her as partners so if he breaks it off it wouldnt be that he didnt like her anymore it would have to be something she has done) so now he is trapped in a relationship he never really wanted but can't really leave at all unless lily is the one to break it off.

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choices is the best written marauders fic fight me on this