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Been gone for a million years but I've decided that I like it on tumblr better than on other parts of the internet.

Here's my boy Harry because I'm listening to the HP audiobooks and they're bringing me back to life.

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The fact that by book 2 Harry thinks of Draco as his nemesis just delights me. Draco clearly decides if he can’t be Harry’s friend he’ll be his nemesis. You’d think this would flop epically because his competition is Lord fucking Voldemort but he succeeds because he really does live rent free in Harry’s head. Wild.

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Woke trans people always say that gay people need to examine how our "genital preferences" (i.e. sexual orientations) have been shaped by the colonial western gender binary or whatever but they never consider examining if their insane criticisms of homosexuality might be shaped by growing up in a homophobic society

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i hate viruses so fucking much. literally getting attacked by a fucking shape. a concept. consumes no energy. responds to no stimuli. its only existence is to fuck with you. like fuck offf

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My experience and personal view on veiling as someone who grew up under a Burqa

When I was born, my father didn’t want me because I was a girl. When a girl is born, she isn’t cherished like a boy. Your life is received as a deadweight (note: I’m not saying this is something that happens every single time, just most of them) and a disappointment by the family. When your first breath comes in, the honor is on your shoulders.

My parents were so disappointed they gave me up to my aunt and uncle until I was one year old. When I was three, my father tried to sell/promise me into marriage. My grandmother, his mother, was the one who intervened and stopped him from doing it.

As I grew up, I noticed clear differences between me and girls from less conservative families, but everything was relatively normal until I hit nine years old. When it happened, I suddenly stopped traveling with my parents, stopped being able to leave the curtains open, couldn’t wear the clothes I used to wear even though I was still a child… as I grew older and older, the restrictions increased as my uncle and my father said I was becoming a beautiful woman and “I would be a problem for their family”.

Then, when I noticed, I wasn’t allowed to appear on windows, get packages from the mailman, go out in the yard, have a phone, stay alone in my room, talk to men (even if it was something as trivial as buying groceries), going out alone, needing to looking down when men walk past you, stay in your room when there’s visitors and don’t make a noise so they can’t hear you, not speak too loudly either, not share your name… the list is endless.

And, when you grow up inside a such conservative, traditional and religious family, your only future is disappearing. Along with having no voice and no face, servitude is as inescapable as death.

When you’re under a piece of cloth, you become faceless, you have no identity of your own. Outside the house, you’re a ghost. Inside the house, you’re a servant. You have no choice over yourself. This is your identity, a servant ghost who’s screams people pretend not to hear.

To a certain level, when you try to reflect on it, the veiling can be comforting. Being invisible can be comforting, no one sees you, you don’t need to worry about a thing. You can hide all your thoughts and most shameful actions from the daylight and no one is going to find out about them. But, when you are under the veil, your identity becomes something only you know about. To the rest of the world, you don’t exist, you’re not human. The veil will slowly dehumanize you, you will start fading away and there’s nothing you can do about it because how can someone attribute a face to a piece of fabric with a mesh on eye level?

And don’t fool yourself, the longer you keep your veil on, the harder the expectations will be. You may only need to cover now, but in some time, they will ask you why are your toes showing and why are you not hiding your hands behind the veil too, and why are you even outside your house? You should be home, protecting your family’s honor, you’re disgracing your family, go home.

And you may think “I’m invisible to the outside world but in my house I’m irreplaceable”, are you? How irreplaceable will you be when a younger, better wife comes in and the only safety you may have is the idea that your children will grow up to take care of you? How would someone possibly feel bad for you when you are nothing but a black trashbag? If you become a beggar, how will they see the suffering on your face if it will be covered and hidden away from the world?

I can’t be hypocritical and say that I don’t feel a sense of security under the veil, but it’s a false sense of security. When the time for your death comes, you won’t have your name on your grave, you won’t have a face. All you will ever have been is a servant, invisible to the outside world, with no God above to wonder “what about her?”. How dear are you inside those walls?

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I’ve re-read the prisoner of Azkban for the 5421665423578 time and every time Is like the first. I decided to make a comic about this part of chapter 12 (The Patronus) because with a few phrases I really feel Harry and Remus sadness an the emotion about the loss of James (and Lily as well). I can’t image how difficult it must have been for Remus not to be able to tell Harry everything. So, here it is a full-of-feels mini comic! Sorry, i’m getting emotional lately!

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I can’t stop thinking about how college students protested Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Nigerian feminist author) giving a talk because she said the words, “Trans women are trans women.” And somehow that makes her a TERF… but radfems are racist? Okay.

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i gotta remember this

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Dunno how to put it properly into words but lately I find myself thinking more about that particular innocence of fairy tales, for lack of better word. Where a traveller in the middle of a field comes across an old woman with a scythe who is very clearly Death, but he treats her as any other auntie from the village. Or meeting a strange green-skinned man by the lake and sharing your loaf of bread with him when he asks because even though he's clearly not human, your mother's last words before you left home were to be kind to everyone. Where the old man in the forest rewards you for your help with nothing but a dove feather, and when you accept even such a seemingly useless reward with gratitude, on your way home you learn that it's turned to solid gold. Where supernatural beings never harm a person directly and every action against humans is a test of character, and every supernatural punishment is the result of a person bringing on their own demise through their own actions they could have avoided had they changed their ways. Where the hero wins for no other reason than that they were a good person. I don't have the braincells to describe this better right now but I wish modern fairy tales did this more instead of trying to be fantasy action movies.

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Do you ever notice that men almost never tone police each other, and women rarely tone police men, but every time you turn around there's a woman telling another woman to rephrase what she just said in a way that's softer or more palatable?

Yeah, me too.

Maybe just, I don't know...let women express their genuine thoughts among other women 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 instead telling them what to say and how to say it?

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"cherry picking"

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Harry's reaction to the Mirror of Erised always breaks my heart. He is just eleven and he has never, never even seen his parents. I hate the Dursleys so much. Like he looks hungrily at the mirror, he is so engrossed that only a distant sound breaks him out of it. And the next morning when he is telling Ron at breakfast he isn't eating anything because he has lost his appetite. He doesn't care about what Fluffy is guarding or why does it even matter if Snape steals it. All that matters is that he gets to see his family again because this little boy is so starved of it 😭. I think this is one of the reasons these books are popular even among the adults because some of the characters feel real.

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"genital preference" is honest to god the most homophobic thing you can possibly say. its a fucking sexual orientation you scumbag

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Obsessed with his mind

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💚❤️

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young men and boys are commenting "your body my choice" on the tiktoks of young girls and women. but please, tell me more about how gen z is a uniquely progressive generation.

(terfs this is not for you. this post was made by a queer intersectional feminist)