#i don’t support jkr

[cressthebest]

why do you still support jk rowling if you're trans? it's time to let go of that shit, she takes support of hp as support of her transphobia, and you deserve better than to spend your time supporting someone who hates us

okay lmao

1. i don’t support jkr. i actively speak out against her in my day to day life. i’ve even held speeches and written essays for school condemning her actions lol. (i got a 97 on the essay, and a 94 on the main speech)

2. i don’t have to let go of harry potter to hate jkr.

3. i do nothing to actively support her. as previously said, i speak out against her. i have not purchased any harry potter merch that would support her since i learned about her transphobia (about six years now).

4. any harry potter merch i own is home made without any way to connect the profits to jkr

5. i have found a gay/trans community amongst the MARAUDERS fandom and would like to keep that community.

6. if jkr finds my little speeches and tumblr blog about how all her characters are faggoty and she’s a dickbag, i think she’d combust

7. it’s cowardly to hide this ask behind anon. reveal yourself so i can block you lmao

[a-rt-dhd]

I found a bunch of old marauders art

[icryinthebathtub]

Hi tumble, twt is acting up so I wanted to say hiiii

Some art of my new hp rp oc! Her name is Elia and she’s a werewolf.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

JK Rowling being a Holocaust denier wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card but in hindsight it probably should have been.

At this point I don’t care how much Harry Potter means to you, I don’t care if it saved your life, if you think having some dumb fucking House scarf from a made up fantasy series is more important than calling out a white supremacist, transphobic, ableist hag then YOU are part of the problem and you are just as bad as she is.

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Remus Lupin Caregiver Headcanons

Notes: COMPLETELY SFW! I tried to leave it open whether this is young/student Remus Lupin or older/Professor Remus. Also, I do not support or endorse any of the discriminatory views of JKR Hope you enjoy, and feedback is welcome!

Would be so understanding and perhaps even knowledgeable about age regression, right off the bat.

Because it’s a trauma response, and this man has seen far too much, he might already be familiar with it.  And if not, he’s quick to understand and offers to help you in any way he can.

Remus already knows what it’s like to be alone, and he’ll be damned if he lets you feel the same way.

The vibes=candles, baby mobile, fluffy blankets, books, sweaters, hugs, small stuffed animals…

(He is so Caregiver, ok?)

Nicknames include cub, dear, love, darling, etc.

Makes the BEST angel milk, tea, and hot chocolate.  Literal perfection.

Thanks to magic, Lupin can have any comfort item, snack, or toy in your hands at a moment’s notice.  And he has all your favorites memorized!

He can read you like an open book.  He knows when you’re sad, when you’re slipping into Little Space, when you’re hiding a secret, etc.  and he’ll respond accordingly to get you back on your feet.

If you happen to have a disability, chronic illness, etc—Remus is perfect.  He knows all about it; the best ways to manage pain, what activities to do while tired or bed bound, etc.

Storytime is one of his favorite things to do together

His voice is so comforting and loving

He lets you sit on his lap or cuddled up to his side, usually on his couch or rocking chair

Omg the adoring look on his face as he watches you 😭

Drawing is another frequent activity.  If he has work to do, then it can easily keep you occupied and quiet but nearby.

He keeps EVERYTHING.

Every drawing, craft, note, etc.  He flips through them if he’s having a bad day

You guys go to the park or on walks sometimes too!

So great to talk to.  He always makes sure that you’re feelings and thoughts are heard and understood

Understands baby talk like it’s his first language

The soft and small affections.  Patting your head as he passes, squeezing your hand when you’re nervous, the quick kiss on the forehead…

That being said, he will absolutely hold you tight if you’re upset or just need some extra love.

Very reassuring as well

If you/both of you are having a rough day, the two of you will just lay in bed quietly.  Cuddles galore, head rubs, etc.

Is available 24/7. You could wake him up at three a.m. and he’d still be happy to caregive.

Fairly strict on rules.  Especially bedtime and safety related issues.

Also likes to keep a schedule/plan.  Having things prepared, especially ahead of time, are great when he’s having a bad pain day.

Sometimes he worries about hurting you; he’s been a werewolf for long enough to know he won’t lose control except on the full moon, but it still bothers him.  What if you go looking for him in his werewolf form?  What if Moony looks for you?  Were you scared of him?

(So you’ve assured him, both in and out of headspace that you’re not scared of him at al)

When the full moon approaches he is often sick and tired so you do your best to make him feel better.  Drawing more pictures, playing doctor, and snuggles are frequent.

On the night of the full moon, he has to leave you with a babysitter.  He entrusts you to Sirius, who is the greatest babysitter of all time.  He adores you, and you love him too.  (He needs his own set of headcanons for caregiving because he’d LOVE it)

[nectorbruise]

Happy holidays, here’s a Severus Snape. Been reading a lot lately, so sorry for the inactivity. I really should start posting outside of my art.

In 2025, alongside my fanart i will (hopefully) start posting my original work. <333

If I don’t post again till January, I wish you well

[alishiastardust]

draco fucking malfoy in haute couture xx

[madefortherain]

jfc,,, if i see one more person hyping up the hp reboot i’m genuinely going to rip my hair out.

[cressthebest]

maybe it’s just me, but i’ve seen a ton more people get hate asks about harry potter/marauders than usual. do y’all know what’s up with that? is it because of jkr??

[intrn37]

Is it a coincidence that a large amount of people who have a mental illness turn out to be queer or is it just because OF being queer that people have mental illness?

[signed-sapphire]

Okay okay the common idea is that TFS!Asha would be a Slytherin and Cielo would be a Hufflepuff.

HOWEVER.

Hufflepuffs value loyalty like no other. TFS!Asha is nothing if not loyal.

And ambition? Cielo thinks they can convince this girl to be a good person. What’s more ambitious than that

[eemoo1o-potteroo]

I think it should get to the point where they should genuinely just stop printing Harry Potter. Not just because of Rowling as a whole, but because it’s also going to get to a point where the books – which are a time capsule in and of itself at this point, a staple of a specific love and nostalgia – will just lose their magic. Like there’s a lot of copies online, either kept rather untouched or battered to hell but still legible, just buy them. Pass the second-third-fourth hand books around as much as we can until the corners are curled and the covers are white from the crackly fold damage. Beautiful.

[moonshadoes]

idk why it still shocks me sometimes to see people’s reaction to genderfluid or genderqueer sirius online like damn y’all really hate us huh 😭😭😭😭

[hopelessromantic5]

I become emotionally attached to these drafts like they’re my children.

Letting them go is always hard for some reason.

Anyway this is a Starchaser post-Hogwarts snippet. Harry is a teenager and James feels like he’s failing every time he tries to comfort his son.

James needs a hug.

Good thing Regulus is on his way back to London.

Thanks for reading. ❤️

James was raising Harry, alone.

After he and Lily decided it wasn’t working anymore, if it had ever worked at all, she moved to Scotland, to be closer to Hogwarts, teaching potions.

When the teenage rage began, Lily wasn’t there.

He could forgive a missed Easter, only a quick pop in on Thanksgiving. Even that one Christmas when Harry was seven, and she firecalled at the last minute explaining that she wouldn’t be able to make it, work was piled up from the end of term.

And at the time, Harry only nodded and asked his mother to visit when she got the chance. She, of course, agreed.

When James needed her most, he was alone. (Minus his discussions with Sirius and Remus, of course. When Harry was in a mood they wouldn’t come near the house, for their own sakes. ‘With all the love in my heart, of course, he’s my godson. Hes just an angsty teenager.’)

It didn’t help that Harry so starkly reminded James of someone that had only existed in his memories for years.

Harry’s mannerisms, his cold shoulder, the completely blank stare he was able to produce, all with Lily’s eyes. It was unnerving at times, frustrating at others. But mostly, it truly sunk in how much James missed him.

They hadn’t spoken since Harry was four. He came for Christmas with Sirius and Remus, as he had every year before. But whatever he saw that night made him decide to never came back.

Never another Christmas after that, never another haphazard owl asking after James and Harry. James noticed he never mentioned Lily in those letters, but he didn’t know what it meant.

And Sirius never mentioned him.

What would James look like bringing that up to him? Obviously they still spoke, if Padfoot were on the outs with his brother, everyone would know.

Harry was fifteen and home for Christmas when James almost caved and wrote to him, until he found out he wouldn’t have to.

His son had been practically mute since James greeted him at the station.

“Hi, stranger.” The proud father greeted with a grin. “How was it?” As his son approached, he could see that the proverbial walls had already been put up, and nothing from the outside world was getting them down.

“I see.” Is all James said to Harry’s vacant shrug. He moved to take Harry’s bag. “I’ll carry this, we’re taking the port-key home.”

Another nod.

Finally, they arrived in the sprawling front yard of the manor.

After finding their balance, and readjusting jostled clothing, neither of them moved to enter.

James was the one to speak into the silence.

“Does it have anything to do with your mother?” He asked, gently, thinking they may have had a row during the term.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. As Harry just gave him an incredulous look, nearly identical to one he’d seen before, and huffed off into the house. Slamming the front door.

Great. He thought. I’ve really screwed it up now.

Sirius shows up in the floo, two hours later, with Moony in tow. Harry had been locked in his bedroom since they arrived.

James hadn’t heard a peep.

When Sirius stepped through he had a bright boisterous smile.

“Alright, where’s my godson?!” His voice echoed through the manor.

James, rubbing his temples, begging the stress-induced headache to leave him, could only point upwards.

Not two seconds later a door was swung open at hyper speed, then slammed closed.

Quick footsteps made haste on the stairs, and then the boy appeared.

James couldn’t help but sigh in relief. No one could blame a father for worrying when Harry locked himself in his room the way he did.

The sullenness was momentarily put to the side when Harry’s eyes landed on Sirius.

“Padfoot!” Harry beamed.

He raced across the room and tackled Sirius in a hug.

“Godric, you’ve grown a foot and a half since I last saw you.” Sirius always did this. James couldn’t take it away from him when it brought his best friend so much joy to pester.

Harry rolled his eyes in good nature, still smiling.

“You saw me three months ago.” His attention turned to tall figure, leaned on the wall, allowing them space for their moment. He really was the best of them.

Harry seemed surprised to see Remus.

“Alright, Moony? I thought you might be resting.” Ah, James thought, there’s a moon tomorrow night. He’d nearly forgotten.

“I’m fine, Harry. No need to worry.” Remus gave him a reassuring smile, before settling into the cushioned chair by the fire place.

Sirius always looked at Remus with hearts in his eyes. But he seemed to remember very quickly that Harry was standing beside him.

“So…tell me. How’s school? They treating you alright? Cause if not, you know I can find my way in, one way or another.”

James piped up for the first time.

“I think you’re just looking for any excuse to go crawling around our old haunts.” He shook his head chuckling.

Sirius waved him off, still focused on Harry.

Who blanked his face and said,

“I’d rather not talk about school, at the minute.”

Sirius was well-versed. He took it in stride, distracting Harry with anything he could.

“Alright. Do you wanna see the really cool toy Remus brought me from his job?”

“It’s not a toy, Sirius.” Remus sighed. “It’s a heartbeat sensor.”

Sirius ignored him also, which James and Remus share a very affectionate look about. Sirius had loved Harry from the second he laid eyes on him.

“Muggles use when it when they question criminals, to tell when they’re lying.” Sirius whispered conspiratorially.

“I want to see it.” Harry’s eyes were alight with curiosity. James knew that whatever he asked, he’d give him without a second thought. Because he was his son, and he loved him above everything in this world. He wished in that second, for his son to remain so unburdened and happy.

“Jamesy, can my godson come visit for a few hours so I can show him the cool thingamajig?”

James rolled his eyes but smiled at them, with his arms crossed.

“I suppose.” Sirius and Harry celebrated, quietly.

“But have him home before dinner, please.”

“Of course.” Sirius smiled at him, then seemed to remember, “Oh, I have something I need to discuss with you later.”

James’ eyebrows pulled together.

“What is it?”

“We’ll talk when I deliver Harry back home.”

His voice was sober and decidedly not joking.

So James just nodded.

“Alright. You boy’s be careful out there.”

Harry went first. Then Sirius. Then, tiredly, Remus, who smiled sadly at him before he left.

Almost like he knew. Maybe he did. Maybe it could only be known and seen by another soul tortured with loving one of the Black brother’s in secret. Remus knew, because he was James, all the way back in third year. A love slowly, silently growing underneath his robes, taking over every inch of him. Vines crawling right over his heart, encasing it forever.

After Harry returned and went directly back to his bedroom, though with a small smile on his face, Sirius wasted no time.

The three of them settled down with tea in their mugs, and Sirius blurted out.

“Reggie is on his way back.”

James had to fight not to choke on the hot sip he’d just taken.

Had he gone somewhere? Why was he coming back now? Why did he leave? Why did he stop coming? James’ head was spinning with too many questions and absolutely no answers. His mouth was dry.

Oh Godric. Was the room spinning? He thought the room might by spinning? Was he blacking out?

No. Unfortunately, he was very much conscious for this.

“James? Did you hear me?” Sirius asked, raising his voice.

“Yes, I heard you, don’t shout.” James almost flinched. He was already over-sensitive, overstimulated. Just like he knew he would be, when this inevitably occurred.

It was sixth year all over again.

“Well?” Sirius’ eyes watched him.

James flicked his eyes to Remus in a silent plea for help. Remus simply sipped his tea, watching him with curiosity.

What a friend, he was.

“I’m happy, Sirius. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him.” James settled on.

Good, it was true. He was obscenely happy. Just not in the way Sirius might assume, should he be so, outwardly. Of course, he wouldn’t know how to express what’s happening on the inside, other than, perhaps, spontaneous combustion.

“Where was he?”

“I never told you?” Sirius asked incredulously. James shook his head.

No, Sirius never told him, because James never asked. It hurt too much.

“He was in France. He followed Pandora, years ago, when she went over for some divinations thing they have over there. He would write to me, every once in a blue moon.” Sirius smiled softly. “It sounded like he really loved it there. I think he had fun.”

James couldn’t help but mirror his smile. The thought of Regulus actually out there, living a life, having a good time. Laughing and eating good food. Drinking old wine.

James could see it very plainly, and it was a sight out of a dream.

And if anyone deserved it, it was Regulus.

Sirius spoke and interrupted his daydreaming.

“I actually invited him to come with me to Christmas dinner. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind.”

The response came without thought.

“Of course I don’t mind, Pads. He was always welcome.” Before he could overthink it the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“I don’t know why he ever stopped coming.”

The silence afterwards was deafening.

James couldn’t look at Sirius, deciding to stare at the wood of the kitchen table, hoping it would give him answers.

Remus spoke first.

“Maybe you should ask him.”

“I can’t do that. I won’t risk him leaving and never coming back again.” James said, taking a gulp of his now cooled, tea.

“I’ll ask him, then.” Sirius said with a smile on his face that said trouble. It said meddling in places he didn’t belong.

James and Remus simultaneously said,

“No.”

“Let’s just leave it for now.” James offered. “It’s a lot different than the last time he was here. Harry is older. It’s not as…loud as it used to be.”

He would never say what he secretly hoped was the case. Even to himself, because secretly hoping that’s the case means owning up to his years of fuck ups and detrimental miscalculations.

He wasn’t ready for that quite yet.

“Speaking of Harry, do you think we should give him a heads up?” Remus questioned allowed.

“Probably.” Sirius nodded. “I don’t know how much he remembers from…before.”

“I’ll do it.” James blurted on instinct.

They both widened their eyes as if they hadn’t expected it. As if James wouldn’t want to be the one to talk to his son.

He understood why they would think as much. James avoids the topic of Regulus Black like the plague, because he knows he cannot control his expressions to save his life. He knows the misery and the heartache will be written into the lines of his eyes. He should know, he sees them every morning staring back at him in the mirror.

Thankfully, neither of them voiced their surprise, eventually they nodded.

Now James just had to figure out what he was going to say. How did he explain Regulus Black to a boy who probably doesn’t remember him?

[my-humble-abode]

getting real fucking fed up of people who decide that playing a game is more important than the lives and wellbeing of people of colour, of trans people, of jewish people

[v-4-l-0-n]

Hp stans stop posting your bullshit in the anti-jkr tags challenge go ‼️‼️