#fuck you joanne

[deardisenchanteddarling]

[faeyells]

Canonists are so rude. I mean like… I’m not one to put down any other beliefs but… just cause some outdated bigot wrote it down in a book like ages ago doesn’t mean you have to think it’s true. And it doesn’t mean you can hop into our replies like “canon loves you” no it doesn’t, leave us be.

I mean, I’m an Acanonist but do your thing I guess, you can believe whatever you want.

[emerald-oceans]

I’m gonna sell my old Harry Potter shit and use it to fund my top surgery

[tengaymarauders]

thinking about an au where Sirius and Regulus stop talking to each other after a vicious argument before half term

and then Sirius gets to live it up with James but he has to go back home and get the full force of their parents and it all becomes too much.

So when he gets back to school he hurts himself in the bathroom and passes out and one of the ghosts finds sirius to tell him that his brother is in the hospital room and he invites Reggie to stay with the marauders at the Potters and promises to look after him :(((

[simpomatic]

regulus “he was sunshine i was midnight rain, he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain” black ending things with james “i wouldn’t marry me either, a pathalogical people pleaser” potter before he took the dark mark.

[falsekingfrancis]

The only part of the golden trio era I’m invested in is Deamus. Those boys are so very gay and I love them dearly.

[politelymenacing]

Just got rid of all my Harry Potter books and DVDs at my train station's book exchange shelf. That shit felt so satisfying. Like I was getting rid of stuff belonging to an abusive ex or something.

10/10 would highly recommend.

[wolfinmyribcage]

Literally go fuck yourself if you're still buying HP merchandise. Eat shit, Joanne.

I haven't purchased a HP item in close to a decade - I use the books I already had as doorstops or to prop a laptop up for meetings nowadays.

There is NO "death of the author" with JK Rowling - she controls and continues to profit from her IP, and uses that money to fund hate groups.

[pixl-place]

harry potter is so :(( i lob

[asynca]

in the strongest possible terms, I hope this woman goes bankrupt and dies alone under a bridge

[wolfinmyribcage]

David Tennant is fucking awesome. Joanne and all her terfy zealots can suck a sewer line.

OH MY GOD JKR IS ALSO ON THE DT HATE TRAIN NOW??

THIS SHIT GETS FUNNIER AND FUNNIER

(article here!!)

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

Crying on my sofa right now thinking about the massive step backwards we've just taken as a country. I hope one day these bigots who disguise themselves as feminists are able to see just how backwards they are and feel truly ashamed of themselves

[r473n]

Trans women are women

Trans men are men

And non binary people are non binary

Transphobia won't make us disappear

We've ALWAYS existed and we always will

Take away our rights?

We've survived worse

Try to push us back into the closet?

Make us ashamed of who we are?

We don't give

A single

Trans

Glorious

FUCK!

Watch us live our lives

Happy

Free

Different

Beautiful

Loud

PROUD

[lupine-trees]

never could be sweeter than with you.

[ boys being, after everything, deeply in love— feat. ace!draco. ♡ for the @drarrymicrofic april prompt: hiraeth. ]

drarry | word count: ~430 | rating: t | warnings: reference to past internalized ace-phobia

title from “home” by edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros.

_ _ _

“I always thought it was my fault, you know. That something was the matter with me.”

Harry’s eyes drew up to him, a pained crease striking between his brows. “Draco.”

Draco shifted on the sofa, his feet tucking beneath the velveteen pillow at Harry’s side. “No, I— listen. I only mean, it felt like it then. I had so many reasons to be an excellent Occlumens. It was just another.”

Harry folded his paperback closed, allowing Watson and Holmes to wait. “Tell me,” he said, hand falling soft on Draco’s ankle, soothing.

Draco sighed, fingers running up through his hair, a nervous tic he suspected by now he’d never break. “I hoped it was the war, for a long time. What a horrible thing to hope. But if it wasn’t the war, it meant… it meant it was just me. That there was something wrong with me.” His hands curled tightly around his mug of tea, warmth steadying the shake of him. “I needed there to be a reason so badly. I wanted to want like other people.”

“You can want like you,” Harry murmured, and then, making a circle of the jut of his ankle, “I like the way you want.”

Draco smiled in spite of himself, but it washed easily away. “Yes, but then. Well. Even after I’d goaded myself into tolerating it, I was afraid that no one else would. Harry, it’s absurd— I was so convinced it made me—”

“Undesirable?” Harry offered, with a playful poke to his shin.

“Piss off,” Draco huffed, grinning, his wooly-socked toes kicking soft into Harry’s side.

The fireplace crackled warmly, washing them in gold-orange light. Harry thought, I could let it go. Thought, He already knows.

But then:

“It doesn’t. Make you undesirable. Not to me. This,” he said, gesturing to the sitting room— the book, the tea, the sofa— his hand falling meaningfully back to Draco. Their home. “It’s all I want. It’s so much more than I ever thought I’d have.”

“Do you know I missed you?” Draco answered, non sequitur.

“When?” Harry asked.

Draco shuffled, easing into the cushions, his elbow cast comfortably over the backrest. “At nineteen. And fifteen. And when I was twelve.” His head cocked sideways, a wistful smile overwhelming him. “When I was eight. And five.”

Harry tugged at the hem of his pajamas. “You didn’t know me then.”

“Mhm,” Draco hummed. “I was missing you much longer than I’ve had you.”

Harry reached for his hand then, pulled his fingers softly to his lips. “We’ll fix that,” he whispered, a promise, a plan.

[daincrediblegg]

Guys you have to start going to brick and mortar stores again instead of buying every little damn thing online. I am so serious

[randomtheidiot]

Just in case you needed more reasons to hate her.

(I'm not surprised by this at all)

Oh wow, I’m shocked.