#& fred f.

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could you write something for fred weasley, where she is a ravenclaw a year younger than him.

set during the order of the phoenix

i just imagine him pining over her and she is completely clueless!!

thank you so much 💓

Owwn, that's sooo cute! I hope you like it ~ ♡♡

Her Wit, His Heart *⁠.⁠✧

Fred Weasley wasn’t used to being subtle. Subtlety wasn’t his style, nor was it George’s. Together, they thrived in chaos—big laughs, loud pranks, and cheeky grins that could charm anyone. But when it came to you, the Ravenclaw with a sharp wit and a knack for disappearing into books, Fred was completely out of his depth.

It started during his sixth year at Hogwarts, just after the Yule Ball. He’d spotted you sitting by the lake, scribbling in a notebook while everyone else was in the Great Hall. You’d looked serene, the light casting a soft glow on your face, and for reasons he couldn’t explain, Fred couldn’t look away.

From that moment on, you were everywhere in his mind—your quiet laugh, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were focused, your quick comebacks during classes that left even the professors impressed. Fred was smitten, but you? You didn’t seem to notice.

The next year, with the return of the Order of the Phoenix and Umbridge’s suffocating reign at Hogwarts, Fred’s feelings for you only deepened. You were a year younger, busy with OWLs and your role as a prefect. Somehow, amidst the chaos of rebellion, studying, and secret meetings, Fred found himself looking for you at every opportunity.

“Oi, Fred,” George said one evening as they prepared for another Dumbledore’s Army meeting. “You’ve got that ridiculous look on your face again.”

Fred frowned, tossing a Dungbomb into his bag. “What look?”

“The one you get whenever she’s around,” George teased, smirking. “It’s pathetic, really.”

Fred tried to play it cool. “Don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Oh, please,” George said, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been pining after her for months. Why don’t you just tell her?”

Fred hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “She’s… different, George. She’s not like the others. And besides, she’s clueless. She probably doesn’t even know I exist.”

George snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re Fred Weasley. Everyone knows you exist. Just talk to her.”

Fred groaned, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that simple.”

It wasn’t. Because you, brilliant and focused, seemed completely unaware of Fred’s attention. When he made jokes in the Great Hall, your laugh was polite but distracted. When he tried to help you in the library—“You don’t need that many books, love. I’ll carry a few for you.”—you thanked him absentmindedly before disappearing into the stacks.

Fred even tried showing off during Quidditch practice, pulling risky stunts that earned cheers from the stands, but your head was buried in a book.

“Clueless,” Fred muttered to himself as he landed his broom, shaking his head.

The tipping point came during one of the Dumbledore’s Army meetings. You had joined after hearing about the group from Luna Lovegood, and Fred had never been more grateful for Harry Potter’s rebellious streak.

That night, the Room of Requirement was buzzing with energy. Fred watched as you stood at the back of the room, your wand poised as Hermione demonstrated a disarming spell. You were biting your lip in concentration, and Fred felt his heart do a ridiculous flip.

When it was time to practice, Fred saw his chance.

“Need a partner?” he asked, sidling up to you with his trademark grin.

You looked up, surprised. “Oh, Fred. Sure, if you don’t mind.”

Fred pretended to be casual, but his heart was racing. As you practiced the spell, he couldn’t help but admire how determined you were, how focused.

“You’re pretty good at this,” he said after you successfully disarmed him for the third time.

You gave him a small smile. “Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.”

Fred laughed. “Not too bad? I’m brilliant, love.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, and Fred took it as a small victory.

Over the weeks, Fred found more excuses to talk to you. He’d sit next to you during DA meetings, crack jokes to make you smile, and even sneak you sweets from Honeydukes.

But you remained oblivious, chalking up Fred’s attention to his usual charm and friendliness.

One evening, after a particularly intense DA session, Fred found you lingering in the Room of Requirement, studying your wand with a thoughtful expression.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, leaning against the wall.

You looked up, startled. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just… everything feels so serious lately.”

Fred nodded, his usual grin fading. “Yeah, it does.”

There was a pause, and then you added softly, “But it’s good to have this. To feel like we’re doing something that matters.”

Fred stared at you, his chest tightening. He wanted to tell you how much you mattered—to him, to this fight, to everything. But the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he said, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You blinked, clearly taken aback. “What?”

Fred rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous. “I mean it. You’re brilliant and kind and… you’ve got this way of making everything seem less terrible. I don’t know how you do it.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away. “Fred, I—”

Before you could finish, the door opened, and George poked his head in. “Oi, Fred! We’re leaving.”

Fred sighed, his moment ruined. “Be right there.”

As you gathered your things, Fred cursed himself for being such a coward.

It wasn’t until a week later, during a rare quiet evening in the library, that everything changed.

You were sitting at a table, surrounded by books, when Fred appeared, holding a chocolate frog.

“For you,” he said, sliding it across the table.

You looked up, puzzled. “Why?”

Fred hesitated, then said, “Because I like you, alright? And not in the ‘you’re my friend’ kind of way. I like you.”

You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“I know,” Fred continued, his cheeks reddening. “You probably think I’m joking, but I’m not. I’ve liked you for ages, and I’m terrible at hiding it, and—”

“Fred.”

He stopped rambling, looking at you nervously.

“You like me?” you asked, as if you couldn’t quite believe it.

Fred nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “I… I think I like you too.”

Fred blinked. “You think?”

You laughed softly. “I’ve never thought about it before, but… yeah. I do.”

Fred grinned, his heart soaring. “Well, that’s a start.”

And as you shared your first kiss in the quiet corner of the library, Fred decided that all the pining had been worth it.

[weirdlookindog]

“The things our terror dreams are built on”

Fred Humiston (1902-1976) - Heading for William F. Temple's 'Triangle of Terror'

(Weird Tales Vol.42 #4, May, 1950)

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Kirk Alyn as Blackhawk (1952)

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

🤦🏻🤦🤦🏽

[grimmicks]

"I could smell that honeysuckle again."

Double Indemnity (1944) dir. Billy Wilder

[capn-twitchery]

happy feast of the rose (don't look at the calendar, it's totally still february, i swear)

grace learns that accepting twitch's invite to the ball was a mistake, maybe

(begging you to fullview, veil-less version under the cut bc i like it just as much >:3)

get dipped idiot

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

The Werewolf | 1956

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

Did this favourite character bingo but it's with my beloved crushes –w–

Your free to try it out if you want!

Characters in order (left to right)

First row

Zavok (Sonic)

Stocking Anarchy (Panty and Stocking)

Ragdoll (The Batman 2004 Series)

Vulture (The Spectacular Spider Man)

Question (Justice League Unlimited)

Second row

Paimon (Helluva Boss)

Doc Ock (Spectacular Spider Man)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Freaky Fred (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Third row

Sub Zero (Mortal Kombat)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Fourth row

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Katz (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Jafar (Disney's Aladdin)

Emperor Zurg (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

MX (Mario 85 and Mario's Madness)

Fifth row

NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Mad Hatter (Batman: The Animated Series)

HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

[sillysnaildraws]

*Crawls out from the void.*

Hi, can I interest you some MCSM drawings I did?

Here.

Genderbend Romeo, my beloved...

Also, have a little sneak peak a my current WIP.

Bye bye.

*Dissapears back into the void.*

[fredbensonenthusiast]

The invention of Radclyffe Hall

Simon Goldhill, writing about the Benson family, makes a very interesting comparison between the trial of Oscar Wilde, and the obscenity 'trial' of Radclyffe Hall, author of 'The Well of Loneliness', and the publicity surrounding it, which, he feels, created certain stereotypes of men and women who were same-sex attracted.

Secondly, Radclyffe Hall’s own photographic portrait, which circulated very widely at this time, emphasized the masculinity of her appearance and dress—with short-cropped hair and male clothes....... The contrast between the bustles, dresses, and elaborate coiffure of the late Victorian and Edwardian period and the trousers, flat lines, and short hair of the roaring twenties resulted in a mass of journalistic flummery—cartoons, editorial comment, shocking photographs, amused articles—about the new New Woman and the confusion of masculine and feminine in dress and behavior. Radclyffe Hall’s clothes and demeanor were in a line with such fashions but also became a defining characteristic of the “masculine woman” as the paradigm of sexual inversion. Much as Oscar Wilde’s trial helped fix a stereotype of the homosexual, so Radclyffe Hall was instrumental in the establishment of the image of the lesbian as a masculine woman, short-haired, dressed in male clothes, adopting a male demeanor, even wearing a monocle and smoking a cigarette.

Goldhill, Simon. A Very Queer Family Indeed: Sex, Religion, and the Bensons in Victorian Britain, 2016

[httpvomitello]

Hi! Could I request a George Weasley x Slytherin reader where they've been dating in secret for a while and they decide that it's time to meet eachother families and George invites her to the burrow for the chritsmas holidays but the Weasley are not very welcoming and she kind of gets the fleur treatment (except Fred because he already knew her) and George defends her when they are rude to her? could it also be fluffy and protective Georgie please?

Hello, hello! I hope you like it ~ ♡♡

A Slytherin Christmas at the Burrow *⁠.⁠✧

george weasley x f!reader

The snow was falling gently outside the window of the Hogwarts library as you packed the last of your books into your bag. Christmas was only a few days away, and your mind buzzed with nervous anticipation. This year, instead of spending the holidays with your family in the austere halls of your ancestral manor, you would be going to the Burrow.

George had invited you a few weeks ago, insisting that it was time for you to meet his family. Though you’d been dating in secret for over a year, you hadn’t dared to take that step. But George, ever confident, had assured you that everything would be fine.

“It’s the holidays,” he had said with his lopsided grin that made your heart skip a beat. “How could they be anything but welcoming?”

Now, as you stood on the Burrow’s crooked porch with George at your side, you weren’t so sure.

“Relax,” George murmured, brushing a reassuring hand against your back. “They’re going to love you.”

The door swung open before you could respond, and Mrs. Weasley stood there, beaming at the sight of her son.

“George! You’re finally here!” she cried, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Hi, Mum,” George said, grinning as he returned the hug. “I brought someone I’d like you all to meet.”

Mrs. Weasley’s eyes landed on you, and though her smile didn’t falter, there was a flicker of something in her expression—hesitation, perhaps.

“Oh,” she said, stepping back to let you inside. “You must be Y/N.”

You nodded, offering your hand politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course,” she said, though her tone was a touch cooler than before.

As you stepped inside, the warm, bustling chaos of the Burrow surrounded you. Fred appeared almost immediately, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“There she is!” he said, pulling you into a quick, friendly hug. “Finally, someone to keep George in line.”

You laughed, some of your tension easing. Fred had known about your relationship for months and had been nothing but supportive.

The rest of the introductions were less smooth. Mr. Weasley was polite but distant, while Ginny’s sharp gaze seemed to size you up in an instant. Ron muttered a curt hello before disappearing upstairs, and even Bill and Charlie, who were visiting for the holidays, exchanged skeptical glances. Only Fred seemed genuinely pleased to see you.

Dinner that night was a tense affair. The Weasleys weren’t outright rude, but the subtle barbs and sideways glances were impossible to miss.

“So, Y/N,” Ginny said, her tone overly sweet as she speared a roast potato. “What’s it like being a Slytherin? Do you all sit around plotting world domination, or is that just a rumor?”

George choked on his pumpkin juice, his eyes narrowing. “Ginny, knock it off.”

“What?” Ginny said innocently. “I’m just curious.”

“Being a Slytherin doesn’t mean I agree with everything my housemates do,” you said evenly, though your heart pounded in your chest.

“Of course not,” Mrs. Weasley said, though her tone suggested otherwise.

George’s hand found yours under the table, squeezing gently in reassurance.

The comments didn’t stop there. Every question seemed designed to remind you that you didn’t belong, from Ginny’s digs about your family’s wealth to Ron’s muttered comments about “stuck-up Slytherins.” Even Percy, who had barely looked up from his book, managed to slip in a pointed remark about ambition.

By the time dessert was served, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Excuse me,” you said quietly, standing and slipping out of the room before anyone could stop you.

You found yourself outside in the snow, the cold air biting at your cheeks as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Y/N.” George’s voice was soft as he appeared beside you, his arms wrapping around you without hesitation. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, though your voice cracked.

“The hell it isn’t,” George said fiercely. “They had no right to treat you like that.”

You looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes. “I just… I thought they might give me a chance. For your sake.”

George’s jaw tightened, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “They’ll come around. And if they don’t, that’s their loss, not yours. You’re incredible, Y/N. Smart, funny, kind—you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m not going to let anyone make you feel less than that. Not even my family.”

“George—”

“No,” he said firmly. “You’ve put up with enough. Come on.”

Before you could protest, he led you back inside. The chatter at the table died as you entered, all eyes turning to you and George.

“I’ve got something to say,” George announced, his voice ringing through the room. “Y/N is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I won’t stand for anyone treating her poorly. I don’t care that she’s a Slytherin, and neither should you. She’s brilliant and brave and a damn sight kinder than any of you have been tonight.”

“George—” Mrs. Weasley began, but he cut her off.

“No, Mum. You always taught us to treat people with respect, to give them a chance. Well, Y/N deserves that. So, either you accept her, or we’ll be spending Christmas somewhere else.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Finally, Fred cleared his throat. “He’s right, you know. Y/N’s great. You lot just need to get over yourselves.”

One by one, the others began to mumble reluctant apologies, and though it wasn’t perfect, it was a start.

George squeezed your hand as you sat back down, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, so quietly that only you could hear.

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his presence, you knew he always would.

[rhythmic-idealist]

the thing is, Fred does have a catchphrase, it's just not one he says when he's surprised. (considering Fred's steady, confident energy, tbh this makes sense.)

Daphne says jeepers, Scooby says yikes and ruh-roh, Shaggy says zoinks, Velma says jinkies,

Fred says GANG

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

i just saw a wolfstar fan art and dead ass thought "wow ive never seen fred and sirius be shipped together before, thats so cool :3" whats this flavour of brainrot called

[bliplitz]

Courage the cowardly dog self insert!?!?🕸🪻

I tricked my brain into having a crush on freaky fred oops—in my mind, ctcd takes place in the 70s hehe

Her name is Elle, and she has a cute ( but kinda weird and disturbing) relationship w/ freaky Fred

I imagine they meet at the hospital they both live at— and nobody cares enough to separate them even though it's most likely 100% against the rules.

*I have my own version of (a more domesticated) fred that I MIGHT draw hehe

Bonus doodle of Elle and my friends ctcd oc Tango— @rothobone

[shapituha]

[frenchcurious]

Maison Graf (duplex) à Bozeman, Montana. Conçu par Fred F. Willson en 1941. - source Casey Dunham via Art Deco.