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weatherbabe reblogged your post and added:

wild strawberries. y'all need those tiny ass...

slytherinaroace replied to your post “completely off topic but... i can't avoid being doubtful when someone...”

Sweet, Sweet strawberries

since i have 0 chance of ever seeing a wild strawberry i’ll have to keep my opinion that they’re nasty little bitches, though very cute looking. mangos are sweet, strawberries taste like suffering

[advicefromsurvivors]

You do realize that Israel was founded because Jewish people had been slaughtered in the Holocaust, had been extremely discriminated against for almost 2 THOUSAND years before that, and that the "new" country Israel is largely on the ground of the grounds of the kingdoms of Judah and Israel, the Jewish peoples land(/s) of origin. I wished to add that the treatment of the Palestinian people by Israel is horrifying.

I don’t need to be lectured by a K-Pop with their Hogwarts House in their description.

[aro-acethetic]

Maybe equestrianism + aro ace+ I only ever loved my job?

I wasn’t entirely sure how to encapsulate “I only ever loved my job”, so I focused on the equestrianism. I hope that’s okay!

[aggressivelyarospec]

I already proposed one, but Moses Sumey _ Doomed is a song I like to listen to if I struggle w my identity.

That song has already been submitted, but don’t forget you can submit as many songs as you want!

[aro-acethetic]

Aroace + equestrianism for @slytherinaroace!!!

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I'm pretty sure that's everyone?

Sorry if I missed you!

That One Snily Story I Swear I Didn't Accidentally Forget About

When Harry was three his parents started fight, and he really didn't like it when mummy and daddy fought, he never really understood what they talked about but it was lots of yelling and he really didn't like it. After they fought daddy usually wouldnt be back for a few days, and when he did he was either drunk or hungover.

His mummy hated it, and she used to threaten locking him out. On this fateful day in 1987, though, his parents had been yelling for hours. Usually by now his daddy would of left and let mummy clean up the mess he made.

This was why Harry was peaking through the gap in the door, tears threatening to fall as he watched his parents yell. He didn't understand much, but he got small bits of information here and there.

"I can't deal with you-"

"You act like a child!"

"We were meant to be!"

"No we weren't."

His dad had gone silent at that, his mother steaming with rage. Harry's six year old self, trembling with fear, peaked around the door. He was ushered to bed, and a little while later his mummy had come up to soothe him.

This went on for a further three years, and one night, when Harry was laying in bed, eyes glued to the bland ceiling as he heard the muffled yells through the floor. He was just about to dose, as he would most nights, when he heard, rather cleanly,

"Oh for- We're over, James!"

Harry had to strain to hear his father's splutters, but a few more words were shared that Harry couldn't hear. The house went silent, the slam of the living room door sounded and he though that was his dad leaving, again.

When he heard light footsteps on the stairs, though, he realised it must be his mother going to bed, and his dad must've taken the floo.

When his door creaked open, and he heard the flare of the floo, but then heard Sirius' voice, he looked up from under his bedsheets to see his mother approaching. "Harry, do you want to go to Aunt Alice's house and have a sleepover with Nev?"

Harry, stricken with glee at the thought of seeing his best friend shot up, with a loud, "Yeah!" Lily smiled at him, "Pack your overnight bag, then, I'll be in my room packing mine." She got up and headed for the door again, but just as she was reaching for the door handle, she was stopped with a quiet, "Mum?"

She looked back at the son who was standing at the side of his bed, "Why do you and dad fight all the time?" He asked, just as quiet, and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. She sighed sadly, "That's a story for another time, sweetie. Get changed, okay? And go pee before we leave, we don't want you to we-" She was cut off by an embarrassed whine, "I haven't wet the bed for two years, mum!"

She smiled at him and the almost normality of the situation and nodded, "Okay dear." Before leaving the room.

When Harry was at his best friend's house all snuggled in bed, he heard his mum sobbing from his aunt Alice's room, just across the hall. He huffed, and closed his eyes, a new loathing for his father had appeared.

By the time Harry was ten, the divorce papers had gone through and he visited his dad, Padfoot and Uncle Moony every weekend. He wasn't a huge fan of it because Pads and his dad would always get drunk and talk about pranks and such, but Harry really loved his Uncle Moony and because the three lived together and his mum wouldn't talk to either of them, this was the only time he got to see them.

Harry thought, on a few occasions, when he'd asked Moony to bring him home early he had seen a man leaving through the floo but didn't pay much mind, falling into his mother's arms and gripping her tightly. Those nights he usually ended up sleeping in her bed with her.

Harry went to a Muggle primary school, and he had few friends and was generally picked on. He and his mother had an extremely close relationship, and due to that he was seen as of lesser, as it was 1991 and the world wasn't very accepting. Lily always told him that it was okay, that when he went to Hogwarts he would be with Neville at least and wouldn't be picked on.

Harry wasn't very sure, though, because he'd never been away from his mum for that long. He doesn't mind being picked on because he can always come straight home to his mother and everything would be okay; but when he was at Hogwarts, high in Scotland, would he be okay?

He always wanted to ask his mum about it, but he wasn't sure if she would react well because once he tried telling his dad and he said he had to grow up and stop being such a mummys boy. Harry was very conflicted.

He loved his mum and his uncle Moony, and that was it, and he wouldn't see either of them for an entire school year.

He put his worries to rest and thought about the day trip his mum was taking him on in the morning, before nodding off to sleep.

When Harry awoke, his mother was making breakfast in the little house they had rented out. He jogged down to the kitchen and sat at the table, grinning at her.

"Did you sleep well dear?" She asked, setting the table, "Yes ma!" He answered, and she smiled back, "That's good. Now, how about you eat your breakfast and go get dressed so we can meet up with Alice and Frank? Neville is coming too." And that was the end of the conversation. Harry finished his breakfast and got dressed at lightening speed, bouncing around on the balls of his feet, before being sent to brush his teeth.

The day was good, Harry and Neville played in the park while their parents laid, talking on the grass. Then they had a picnic and eventually went back to Longbottom Manor, for a slumber party.

Harry and Neville got their Hogwarts letters a few months later and so they were off to Hogwarts.

Harry was terrified. He did not want to be on the train, leaving his mum, and even if he was with Neville, they might not be in the same house and Neville might find other friends and no one would like Harry and-

"Harry? Are you okay?" Harry snapped out of his anxiety riddled day dream, "Uh, yeah, fine." He murmured, rubbing at his eye. "Wanna maybe play chess? Or exploding snap?" Neville asked, and Harry was grateful for such a best friend.

When Harry arrived at Hogwarts, he realised many things: One, Malfoy is a prat, two, lots of children had no idea what was going on and were just as terrified as him, and three, Ron was here too.

Harry had only met Ron a handful of times, usually when Lily bumped into Molly in Diagon. Apparently James new Arthur through work and it was all a bit complicated, Harry didn't care to learn. Ron was nice enough and very loyal but he was a little hotheaded and a bit too fast for Harry and Neville's pace, so they let him talk to the other, more excited students.

The sorting went fairly well with both boys in Gryffindor, Harry had to fight to stay with Neville. He had zero friends in Slytherin, so no thank you. They ended up seated next to a rather talkative, bushy haired girl with buck teeth, and she had more knowledge than the Longbottom library, or the boys reckoned so anyway.

The man in black, who he was told was Professor Snape, was a bit weird, He thought to himself. He looked a bit like the boy in his mum's pictures but he was too afraid to ask him if so, and he kept looking at Harry like he was checking that he was okay.

He assumed it was because he looked scared and brushed it off.

Harry's classes were fun, and some of his teachers were a little bit weird, like Snape and Quirrel, but he didn't pay much mind. Professor Snape was still a mystery to all of them, he never smiled or showed any emotion, and he would randomly disappear.

The students claimed that he was a bat animagus and he would just hide in the shadows and observe. Snape was aware of this, and did nothing to denounce the statement.