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nikolai-alexi · 1 year ago

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A little while back you did piercing hcs for the marauders and co could you do that with tattoos? 😁

Oh babes, absolutely! I love this idea and boyyyy do I have Thoughts about this

So sorry this took so long! I had to work on it in between back to back shifts at work. Let me know what you think of these!

Tattoos & Styles I HC The Marauders & Co With (and this time someone asked for my brain rot!)

James

Okay, so James is definitely a pincushion. He absolutely let Sirius use him as a practice mannequin when they were first learning how to tattoo so he’s covered in varying different tattoos of different styles and skill level. I think James has kinda always been covered in Sirius’ art, bc he absolutely let Sirius draw on him during class. So when ink pens turned to tattoo guns, James and his zero fear of permanence didn’t bat an eye at being used as a practice dummy.

On his right forearm, he has a matching tattoo with the Marauders. It’s a stag’s head, with a rat sitting on it, the Sirius constellation between the antlers, and a halfmoon behind it.

On his right bicep, he has a half sleeve. I HC James as Desi and Hindu, and that tattoo is a Mehndi design James created with an elephant in the foreground. He had Sirius do it, ofc, and it took like 4-6 sessions to get it done because Sirius was absolutely fixated on making sure it was perfect

Regulus gives him a stick and poke (like a legit one, not an ink pen insert and a needle one) and it’s of a stag with a cat playing in its antlers. It’s on the inside of James’ right ankle. He’s constantly pestering Regulus about doing more

When Effie and Monty pass (of very very old age and only that of course), James has Sirius create a memorial piece for them. They incorporate a lot of meaningful things in it for James; one of Effie’s own Mehndi designs, a crow (the messenger between the lands of living and dead as well as Effie’s favourite animal), Monty’s favourite book quote written in Punjabi, and a bunch of little symbols that represent them both. James and Sirius both sobbed through that entire tattoo. It rests right on top of James’ heart and spans most the left side of his chest

James is kind of a mess of different styles and skill levels, and is basically just covered in a bunch of small tattoos. He collects one on every holiday, pretty much any time Sirius is bored, or whenever something significant in his life happens. He’s just a living sticker book of art, basically

Marlene, Pete, and James each have their childhood house numbers tattooed on the inside of their left wrists. James’ is 421

Sirius

Sirius still has their runic tattoos and the chest tattoo, because I cannot physically make those not a thing. I love them so much

Down the back of their left arm, they have the cycles of the moon

Paw prints of a wolf and a dog, everywhere. Side by side down their spine, around their runic tattoos, down the side of their legs, etc.

Banding. There’s so much banding. Esp on their forearms! From super thin to super thick banding, it’s all over Sirius’ body. They have one set of banding that goes around their waist and it drives Remus crazy

Magic tattoo or not, Sirius absolutely has the Marauder’s Map footsteps all over them

Obviously they have the Marauders Tattoo too. It’s on the right side of their ribcage.

I think a lot of Sirius’ tattoos that they didn’t do themselves are runic. Protection runes, mostly, but all kinds of different runes in multiple runic languages (I HC Sirius as being a total Ancient Runes nerd)

All the tattoos Sirius did do on themselves are more like doodles than actual tattoos. Something popped in their head, they had time to spare, so they did it real quick. There’s not a lot of thought behind those ones

There are a bunch that are representative of the people in their life, though. Like they’ve got Regulus’ constellation, Alphard’s constellation, Andy’s constellation. They’ve got rat paw prints and deer hoof prints, James’ quidditch/footie/lacrosse jersey number, chess pieces with whiskers or a tail, chocolates stacked on top of books, etc.

They’ve got their own kind of memorial tattoo for Effie and Monty (they didn’t feel like they could use Effie’s Mehndi design because they’re not Hindu and there was a lot of guilt and stuff they needed to deal with before they could even bring themselves to do the memorial tattoo and James was ready to lose his mind because when his mum said that Sirius was her child no matter what, she didn’t mean that they were only her child if they became Hindu themselves. There were lots of conversations about that)

There really isn’t much open space on Sirius’ body lmao they just constantly tattoo over things and all sorts of chaos

Remus

Where Sirius is very chaotic with their tattoos, Remus is very methodical. It’s not that his tattoos can be read like a book or anything, he just puts a lot of thought into his tattoos. He dedicates limbs and areas of his body to certain things. He doesn’t just get an idea and slap it somewhere. It might be a control thing, it might not be, who knows. It’s just the way he does things

Has the Marauder tattoo on his left thigh

You know the chest tattoos with the hands? Remus has one, except the left hand is holding a can of petrol and the right one is holding a zippo

Remus’ right sleeve is almost patchwork, but it’s like a blended patchwork? I’m not sure how to describe what I think of when I think of his right sleeve, but basically, it’s a significance piece. His right sleeve is basically the places in his life that have left an impact on him. The house in Wales where he grew up, the fork his Mam swore up and down was lucky, the couches in the Gryffindor common room, and the brickwork fireplace. Candles from the Great Hall float all around his arm, the spot James showed him behind the Quidditch bleachers where he carved his name into the wood when he was high, the broken piano in the Shack that Sirius always tried to play, the door number to Sirius’ and his first flat, the uneven second hand kitchen table with tea cups on it they put in their kitchen. The castle itself. The forest. Everywhere that makes an impact on Remus’ life gets immortalised on his arm.

I am a firm believer that Remus would refuse to get anything wolf/dog related inked, but you bet he has stars all over. Sirius’ constellation is tattooed over his heart

I’m also a huge believer that Remus is a classics nerd, so his left side is dedicated to classic mythos and literature references. He’s got gods and goddesses and stories inked into his skin like it’s his arm that tells their stories, not the books themselves. He’s got Hades and Persephone reaching for each other between the worlds, Orpheus and Eurydice, and Achilles, Patroclus and the Trojan Horse. He and Regulus have a whole geek out when they realise they each have a mythos tattoo

Similarly to his mythos sleeve, I think Remus, especially growing up in Wales and with Hope as his Mam, give off big mythological creature nerd vibes (excluding werewolves, obvi). Like you cannot tell me that little bitty Remus Lupin was not a dinosaur kid. So his right leg is all mythological creatures. Kind of on theme with his sleeve, a lot of them are Greek, like Chimera, Pegasus, and a Sphinx. But he also has an Afanc, Tylwyth Teg (Welsh interpretation of Fae/Faeries), and an Adar Llwch Gwin (a griffin-type of bird, with the head and wings of an eagle and of a cat)

His left leg is sort of open, it’s where he puts things that don’t really have a “place” or when he runs out of space on his sleeves

Peter

Marlene, Pete, and James each have their childhood house numbers tattooed on the inside of their left wrists. Pete’s is 439.

Has the matching Marauder’s tattoo with James, Sirius, and Remus on his left bicep

He’s not necessarily opposed to getting more tattoos, but he pretty much just gets them with his friends. He feels like he’s too indecisive to just get one

Marlene

Marlene’s tattoos are chaos. There’s no rhyme, reason, or order to them. They could be super meaningful or they could be a rabbit wearing a fancy suit with a top hat balancing on a unicycle and frogs stuffed in the pockets (that one’s on her left thigh. she has no recollection of when or where she got it)

She has identical outline of cats around both of her nipples because she thought it’d be hilarious to have a “titty tat of a kitty cat!”…I’ll give you three guesses as to who did that for her and the first two don’t count.

Marlene, Pete, and James each have their childhood house numbers tattooed on the inside of their left wrists. Marlene’s is 465.

Marlene is the kind of person to walk into a shop and go “I have £100, what will that get me”. Her body is hers to decorate and she’s doing it with a fuck ton of permanent stickers

She has a matching tramp stamp with Evan, Barty, Dorcas and Tillie. It’s the absolute worst thing she has tattooed on her and she adores it.

She’s really just covered in flash work. There’s some traditional tattoos, with old school card suits and flowers on her shoulder. There’s neotraditional pieces, with the overlapping sun and moon on her hip. There’s lots of fineline, a dragon wrapping around a bouquet of poisonous flowers on her sternum. There’s a wacky sort of tribal/geometric half sleeve on her right calf. She’s got fun little watercolour pieces decorating her arms. She’s got a blackwork geometric piece that goes around her stomach that’s all negative space and shading details and no one can agree one what everything is or isn’t (she won’t tell anyone the answers either).

She has a very tiny snake and lion behind each of her ears

She has a mandala tattoo that goes across the back of her head, but you can only see it when she has an undercut in her hair

Mary

Mary is a fun one. She’s definitely a tattoo fiend, but while she’s not methodical like Remus and Regulus are, she’s not chaotic like Barty and Marlene are with them.

She’s got a lot of different things, a bunch of muggle references, a lot of Wizarding references

Couple of fun floral pieces

Something about Mary just screams “forest” piece to me. I think she’s got a sleeve that’s all themed after the Forbidden Forest and it’s all done in realism. Very spooky but also very beautiful

Not to make this heartbreaking, but if canon compliant Mary got one tattoo before she obliviated herself, I think she would have gotten a tattoo of Hogwarts with a compass, because even though Hogwarts was the source of her trauma and pain, a part of her would always feel at home there. So when she knew she was going to obliviate herself, she got herself something to find home with, should she ever need it

Solar System. Mary strikes me as a closeted Astronomy and astrology nerd. I think she’s got a solar system tattoo, straight down her spine, and a galaxy tattoo on her ribs, and then maybe the astrology signs somewhere?

Matching butterfly tattoo with Lily, Mary’s is a Monarch

Lily

Lily, loml, she’s a watercolour babe 10000%

She doesn’t have a ton of pieces, but she gets a few every now and again

Fineline watercolour girlie for sureeee and we love her for it

She says she doesn’t like floral pieces, but she has one on her sternum, however it absolutely does NOT have lilies in it

Miss Girl absolutely has one of those fineline tattoos with the stack of books with a tea cup on top of them and the steam looks like magic, you know the ones I’m talking about? And it’s like in her inner forearm right by her elbow

Has a matching butterfly tattoo with Mary, Lily’s is a Swallowtail

Regulus

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “CUNT”. It was his first tattoo and his second ever act of rebellion against his parents (his first being his nipple piercings). Barty came up with the idea to have them all write down a word and then pick it out of a hat and that’s what they’d get tattooed. Barty and Evan could not stop laughing when Regulus pulled out his.

Regulus is very similar to Remus in a way. His tattoos are all very organised and thought out, minus a few impulse ones with his friends or Sirius and the Marauders

Regulus really favours abstract, geo, and blackwork styles, with a bit of fineline influence in some pieces. He doesn’t have a single colour tattoo, strictly black and grey.

His left arm is all bold lines, sharp angles, heavy black work, and lots of negative space. He got it right after he got unofficially disowned, used the bank account his parents cut him off from as a last “fuck you” to them and it kind of represents his inner turmoil during that time of his life. He did the sleeve in one session, it took 13.5 hours and his artist took more breaks than he did. If that gives you an idea of how his mental state was at the time

His right arm is lighter, less harsh lines and negative space, more open linework. Lots of geometric patterns that feed into each other shoulder to wrist. There’s still some inverted shading and negative work, but for the most part, it’s fairly open. There’s a lot more diversity in his right sleeve than his left, stacks of shapes and a bunch of 3D shading, the linework seems to twist and turn with his arm, rather than go against the grain of his body like his left does.

His chest piece is his absolute favourite of all his tattoos. He and Barty started on it almost immediately after he got the all clear from Drs/Healers after his top surgery. The tattoo is of a Boomslang snake, and it weaves in and out of his surgery scars like it’s entering and exiting his body from under his skin. It slithers all the way around his chest, ribs, and back, before it curls over his shoulder and it’s head comes right to his heart. It’s jaws are open, and it looks like it’s striking at his heart. Throughout the scales, the use of heavy blackwork and negative space carves out the words “Le monstre n'a pas peur de ce qu'il deviendra” or “the monster does not fear what it will become”. It was one of the most painful tattoos Regulus has, because his top surgery scars were still healing, but the tattoo and the fact that it was Barty who did it made it so incredibly worth it

His left leg has a full sleeve on it, and it’s super dope. The whole sleeve is based off of animals with magical or supernatural tales about them. The sleeve is almost done like a totem pole, but the faces are done half in geometrics and half in inverted shading. He has a fox, a coyote, a cat, a vulture, and a bat

His right leg is where all of his impulse tattoos go. Or where he lets Barty and Sirius practice. There’s a lot of small pieces and some larger ones. Sirius did a piece on his thigh that’s a realistic portrait of a lion, except the Regulus constellation covers it’s chest. Barty did another piece with a dog and the Sirius constellation on his calf.

He has a tattoo of Icarus with his wings melting and falling from the sky on the right side of his rib cage

He wants to do a back piece and fill in his torso at some point. Give him 3-5 years to make up his mind and not over think it lmfao

Barty

Blackwork. So. Much. Blackwork.

If he’s got tattoos in a magical fic, his entire left forearm is a blackout. Then the rest of that sleeve is an inverted sleeve with negative space

Has a snake that starts on his sternum, wraps around his neck, under his right arm, over his shoulder and ends on his chest. Done in blackwork style also

His right sleeve is a bit of a mashup. He’s got some blackwork and negative space, but also a bit of fineline work.

He has a neck and face tattoo. It’s on the left side, and it starts near where his shoulder meets his neck then goes up his neck, and around his head and ear. It’s a rose bush. (If it’s a magical tattoo, the different coloured roses bloom and close at different times depending on Evan’s moods)

On his right hipbone, Evan tattooed “ROSY” on him

He has a galaxy and constellation tattoo on his left thigh, it’s the only other coloured tattoo he has besides his rose bush one. He got it for Regulus when he officially changed his name after coming out as trans

His legs are full of small tattoos he did himself. He started tattooing to piss his father off, so some of them are really dumb or badly done, but it’s so on brand for him that he touches them up from time to time just to make sure they stay. The tattoo he’s most proud of though, is Regulus’

I think his ribs and torso are pretty covered, probably a mix of random flash art he thinks is cool when he’s in the shop and more floral designs with snakes.

He absolutely has knuckle and hand tattoos, but for the life of me I cannot decide what exactly they’d be. Part of me really thinks he would do a nod towards Hogwarts and do a snake, an eagle, a badger, and a lion and just do symbols on his knuckles. The other part of me thinks he’d do something ridiculous like “PLAN” on his right hand and “AHEA” on the left just because he’s Barty and why wouldn’t he do shit like that

He has a matching tramp stamp with Dorcas, Marlene, Tillie, and Evan because they were all high as a mf and thought it would be hilarious (it is, in fact, hilarious and the most 70s tramp stamp ever)

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “SLUT”

He wants to do a massive back piece (talking like shoulders to thigh), but hasn’t decided 100% what he wants to do, so hasn’t done it yet. But once that’s done he’s going to have very little open skin left to tattoo

Evan

On his right hipbone, Barty tattooed “BEE” on him

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “WHORE”

I cannot stress enough how much of a new school vibe I get from Evan. Like this mf gets just the weirdest shit tattooed on him

Rose bush, but all the flowers are skulls. It takes up like all of his torso and rib cage. There’s also a bunch of vines and poisonous plants tangled in there. Somehow it simultaneously does and doesn’t at all fit his vibe

Dragon. Giant, wrapping, dragon. Takes up his entire right leg from the top of his foot up his hip. The dragon’s head wraps up around his thigh and arsecheek then over his hip bone and is blowing smoke right at his naval. He thinks he’s funny.

He and Pandora have a double helix DNA tattoo. Evan’s is on the outside of his left hand

Pandora

Had a bottom lip tattoo that says “PSYCHO” (Barty was PISSED when she got this one until he pulled his out and then wasn’t quite as mad. He did try to get Evan to tattoo his upper lip with it so he could be “Psycho Slut” which he thought was very on brand)

Pandora is also very new school vibe for me. I feel like she would absolutely get all of her creatures tattooed in a new school style and then have a really abrupt fineline piece here and there. It kinda makes your head spin, but that’s the whole point of it

Pandora and Evan have a double helix DNA strand tattoo. Hers is on the outside of her right hand

Has a giant realistic thestral on her thigh

Moths, lots of really cool fineline tattoos of different moth species (idk she strikes me as a bug girlie)

Dorcas

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “BITCH”

Has a massive sword tattoo down her spine

Right sleeve is an ivy sleeve, it’s just vines and wrapping around her arm and hand. Some of it goes between her fingers and under her arm

Has a lot of Japanese Traditional style tattoos, the Yin and Yang koi fish on her thigh, cherry blossoms up her left calf, phantom Samurai on her ribcage

On her right calf she has a tattoo of a witch being burned at the stake, very haunting, very cool

Amelia

Has a balance tattooed on her inner left wrist and a gavel on her inner right wrist

Has a matching tattoo with Emme and Tillie of a stack of TNT on her hip

I think Amelia keeps her tattoos covered for the most part. They’re really important to her, but they’re definitely FOR her, ya know? Idk, that’s just the vibe I get from her

Emmeline

Has a matching tattoo with Amelia and Tillie of a stack of TNT on her hip

Something about Emme just screams floral tattoos to me. I think she definitely has a sleeve (or two) of mostly floral tattoos. It feels like a really nice dichotomy between how much of a badass she is (either as an Auror or firefighter or whatever kickass occupation she has) and how soft and kind she can be. I really see her having a sleeve on her right leg that she absolutely gets done in black and grey so her godbabies can colour her flowers in whenever she babysits them

Tillie

Has a matching tattoo with Emme and Amelia of a stack of TNT on her hip

Has a matching tramp stamp with Evan, Barty, Dorcas, and Marlene, she has zero recollection of getting it but every time she has to see the unfortunate thing, she can’t help but laugh. She vows to never get high and get tattoos with them again, but she absolutely fails at that

Shark tattoos. Like so many. Whale sharks, hammerheads, great whites, black tips, nurse sharks, shovelnose, etc. There’s just random little tiny shark tattoos all over her and I’m obsessed with them

On the same theme, I think she also has an ocean theme leg sleeve. A full coral reef, mermaids, all kinds of fish, ofc there’s sharks, maybe a whale and definitely an octopus in there. The whole thing is done in full colour and goes from her ankle all the way up her hip and ends at the bottom of her ribcage

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ronsenburg · 1 year ago

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finally watching discovery (free paramount trial) and really struck by how the death of the filler episode is impacting my ability to connect to any of these characters.

yes, I know the big details about their lives, the broad strokes of their personalities, but I don’t really care about them the way I do about the cast of the earlier series. that’s not to say that the show is bad or that I’m not enjoying it, but I could be enjoying it so much more.

the whole point of a filler episode is to develop the characters rather than the plot. it’s necessary. I miss it.

#this doesn’t include tilly though #i love her #but #so many things happen so quickly and no one has any time to react #it removes the human element that’s so integral to the star trek experience #watching snw at the same time is giving me whiplash #because that feels like traditional trek #this feels like something too modern built in the bones of what Star Trek used to be #anyway I’m going to keep watching #maybe season 2 will change my mind

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jellyfishmoon72 · 9 months ago

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H E L P 💀

IT'S ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(flats by mulberry_shrike)

#sebastian comic #i love these two dumbasses #tilly stole the braincell and is gnawing on it like a bone

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evcryopeneye · 2 years ago

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@nebulaties asked: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜ Ed to tilly

Being this awake at this hour should be illegal. Exhausted, and yet unable to sleep, she looked up from the padd with a slow blink, watched him for a moment before she nodded her head, “I just keep waking up every half an hour.” Eventually she had just given up, there was no point rolling around in bed trying to get to sleep and staring at walls when she could get up and get something constructive done, or at least, do something that wasn’t just waiting for the sun to come up.

Blinking, dry eyes stung a little as she tried to take a deep breath. “I think it’s just jetlag.” She thought it would make sense, between taking forever to get here, and the long delay they’d face at the space port, she’d arrived much later, and much more over tired than she had wanted.

Sitting the padd down on the arm of the couch, she shifted, pulling her legs towards herself along with the blanket, making room for him if he wished to join her. Though, it was with the caveat that, “if you can sleep you should go back to bed, there's no point in both of us being an exhausted mess.”

Well, what could she say, she was an exhausted mess and she knew it. Limbs ached. Brain ached. Limbs were heavy. If she could sleep for the next three days she would, but apparently, being frustrated with yourself about your inability to sleep just made it harder to sleep.

#&&char: Sylvia Tilly #nebulaties #&&verse: stare into the void until the void stares back #&&ship: your skin and bones heart and mind were made from the remnants of stars that died

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probablyasocialecologist · 7 months ago

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The methodology for the Cass review was established by a team from the University of York including Tilly Langdon, who has previously been involved in promoting Gender Exploratory Therapy – an approach which, despite its neutral-sounding name, discourages children from identifying as trans and has been likened to conversion therapy. Her approach included setting a very high bar for evidence to be considered in the review, ruling out 100 of the existing 103 studies into the use of puberty blockers and hormones to treat trans children. The reason given for excluding all these studies was that they did not incorporate a double blind approach – in other words, they did not involve giving puberty blockers to some patients and placebos to others. This might sound like a reasonable objection on the face of it – until one considers that puberty is a dramatic physical and psychological process, and people can easily tell when it’s happening to them, so a double blind simply wouldn’t work in practice. The Cass review called for more research and, again, few would disagree with this. The suggestion that treatment should be withheld in the process, however, is not neutral. It presupposes that the harm done by puberty blockers (demineralisation of bones, which is usually temporary in the short-term treatment recommended and is similar to what occurs in pregnancy) is more severe than the harm done to a trans child by going through the wrong sort of puberty. The latter is linked to high rates of self-harm and suicidal ideation, together with the need, in many cases, for extensive surgical procedures. Confusingly, the review states that children taking puberty blockers showed “no changes in gender dysphoria or body satisfaction”, which suggests that the author didn’t actually understand what puberty blockers do at all. They don’t make children feel better – they just delay a process that makes them feel worse. This is one of several oddities in a report that lacks internal consistency. It states that there is no established definition of social transition, for instance, and does not offer one, but goes on to talk about it as if there were. It also talks about autistic ‘girls’ identifying as trans in increasing numbers, treating this as mysterious and as cause for concern, despite acknowledging elsewhere that more and more girls are being diagnosed as autistic, so one would expect more diagnoses to be present within any subsection of the young female-assigned population. Perhaps the most worrying of the review’s conclusions – which should concern people far beyond the trans community – is the suggestion that as far as NHS treatment is concerned, trans people should be treated as children until they are 25. The rational for this is that 25 is the age when (on average) the brain stops developing. As any neurologist will tell you, the brain is in fact never static, and within ten years or so of that age, it begins to shrink. Deciding who has the capacity to make decisions based on brain age could have unintended consequences for the likes of Cass (64). That aside, what would setting the age of true adulthood at 25 mean for everybody else? If we couldn’t allow people to consent to medical treatment at 24, should we ask them to risk dying for us? If not, then at a stroke we could lose a quarter of our armed forces. Likewise, we would have to give serious thought to what to do about a third of parents who might not be considered competent to look after their newborn children. And then there are issues like contraception. Right-wingers have long contended, on one pretext or another, that teenage girls shouldn’t have the right to take the pill without their parents’ consent. This is where the review’s suggestion starts to look less like a double standard and more like the thin end of a very nasty wedge.

#cass review #cass report #uk politics #transgender #lgbt

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librarycards · 10 months ago

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PSA for all who hate censorship and live in Florida!

Banned Books USA is offering a free (only pay for shipping) commonly-banned/challenged books in FL. These range from kids to adults, fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. They'll keep sending them as long as they can afford it, so please donate if you have the means, and share with those who could benefit from it, especially educators and those who care for kids.

Here are just a few from the list that I recommend:

Toni Morrison, Beloved and The Bluest Eye

Marcus Ewert, 10,000 Dresses

Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing

Junji Ito, The Art of Junji Ito: Twisted Visions

Alison Bechdel, Fun Home

Jacqueline Woodson, Red at the Bone

Jonathan Kozol, Savage Inequalities: Children in America's Schools

Mariko & Jillian Tamaki, This One Summer

Tillie Walden, Spinning

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

#mine #book rec #found this via electric lit's newsletter(which i also recommend) and wanted to share!#described #id in alt text

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imbored1201 · 11 months ago

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can you please do an arsenal x young r where r gets an injury and has to get the green whistle. Steph is worried, Caitlin is filming and pissing herself laughing, Kyra is being supportive (r is a Tillie), Katie is writing stuff down and Alessia feels bad

Climbing Trees

Arsenal x Teen Reader

Word Count: 1,203

"Y/N! Get down from that tree!" You heard Steph yell; you looked down at her, "I can't! I made a bet with Lessi. I have to stay up here for an hour," you told her as you swung your legs back and forth and hummed.

"You're doing great kiddo! 30 more minutes!" Katie yelled at you, looking at her timer. "You cannot seriously be encouraging this McCabe," Katie shrugged.

"They were arguing nonstop this morning; I needed to somehow separate them, and Alessia can't even step over a bench without falling, so the safest option to climb the tree was Y/N."

"Hey!" Alessia said offended, although she was happy she wasn't the one up there.

"If you don't get off, I'm telling Tony and Sam!" You perked up at that; nah, Sam would forget after a day. Especially with Kristie being there to distract her now, and Tony was used to your nonsense.

"I'll tell Leah!" Now you were really listening. "Screw this," you mumbled, starting to climb down. You refused to lose your dinosaur nugget privileges again.

"Fuck!" You yelled as you slipped on one of the branches and fell. "See, that's what happens," you heard Caitlin say, and usually you would laugh it off, but this time you couldn't.

"Ow!" You yelled as you held your arm, "What happened?!" Steph rushed over to you, grabbing your shoulder. Once she saw your arm, she freaked out.

"Sam is going to kill me," Steph mumbled and glared at Caitlin, who was recording this moment. She grabbed a small rock that was near you and threw it at Caitlin, hitting her straight in the stomach.

Caitlin groaned as she held her stomach. "Stop being useless! Go get the medics!" She yelled, and Kyra and Less were quick to run and get the medics, dragging Caitlin with them.

They were back in under a minute, Kyra running with a green whistle in her hand. "They are coming; Gio had a little accident on the treadmill," Alessia said, and Steph groaned. Why right now?

You started sobbing now; this is when the girls knew it just got real. Right away, Katie dropped to her knees and stroked your hair. Kyra guided the whistle the medics gave her into your mouth, and Steph was on the phone with Leah.

"What the hell happened?" Everyone scurried away from you as Jonas came running with the medics. Steph glared at Katie, who started explaining the situation.

After a few minutes, your hand was wrapped, and you were giggly. Kyra smacked Caitlin's shoulder as a sign to start filming again, so she did.

"Stephyyy" you whined, sitting up, "yes?" She questioned, "How come Lessi could go on a date but I can't?" You whined, Alessia's smile dropped, and everyone turned to her.

"Russo went on a date." Katie smirked, pushing Less teasingly. "I have no idea what she's talking about," Less said in defense.

"Yes you did. Remember when you were supposed to be watching me, but you left me home alone to go to it, and you even brought me back a little piece of cake and gave me chocolate and told me not to tell anyone" You muttered the last part, starting to wonder if you were going crazy or not about the fact Less went on a date.

"I'm surprised Lessi was even able to talk to someone without tripping," you heard Leah say. You jumped up and looked around. "She's on the phone bones," Steph told you, handing you the phone. Kyra giggled at the new nickname.

"Leah!" You yelled happily, "Hey kiddo, how are you?" "My arm still hurts; can I ask you a question?" "Yes." "How come you're allowed to have so many girlfriends, but I can't even have one?"

Katie tried to hold in her laugh as Leah went silent for a bit. "What do you mean so many girlfriends?" Katie asked, and Leah muttered a little 'screw you' to her. "In the car, she's always on the phone with someone new, always flirting with them."

"You are a naughty girl Williamson," Caitlin said, wishing she could see Leah's reaction right now. Steph just wished the ambulance would hurry. Jonas demanded you'd be taken in an ambulance since he knew something would go wrong if the girls drove you to the hospital.

"I quite like her like this; what else do you know?" Katie asked you, and your eyes fell on Steph. "Steph-"

"Look at that! The ambulance is here; let's go."Steph quickly said, lifting you up, You waived bye to everyone with your good hand.

"Oh come on! She's my only entertainment," Kyra whined, chasing after the two of you. "Kyra! Don't let her take me!" You yelled, you noticed Less following you two, and you reached for her.

She grabbed your good hand and squeezed it. Steph put you on the stretcher. "I don't like this thing," you told them. "The hospital is close kid; you'll survive," Steph told you, sitting down.

"Lessi!" You yelled and reached out for her, but Steph pushed you back. "I'll see you at the hospital, I promise." Less reassured you, and that made you feel better.

Surprisingly, you behaved the whole trip to the hospital. Mostly whining about how the ambulance was unnecessary. Then you passed out from the drugs in your system.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see your arm in a cast. "Aw, I didn't get to choose my color." Steph jumped up upon hearing your voice. "Next time kid, trust me, you'll be here a lot now." You pouted at that.

"That's boring; I can still play football, right?" Steph shrugged. "I don't know; I mean, I'd let you; I don't know about Leah, though." Your heart dropped at her name.

"I'm dead." Steph smirked and nodded. "No one will be able to save you this time, not even Wally."

You always went running to Lia when you were in trouble; she always defended you and babied you the most. "Where's Lessi? She promised she would be here."

"Her and Katie went to get you food, your favorite; Kyra is at home making you a get well soon card; Caitlin is too busy showing the video to everyone; oh, and Alanna and Mac said that you have to work on your climbing more." You scowled at that.

"They act like they could do better." "I'm sure they can, and I can’t be joking around with you right now. Leah said, I have to be strict with you." You bursted out laughing. "You? Strict?"

"I'm serious kid. You have to stop listening to Katie; you're going to give me gray hairs. I can't have gray hairs for my wedding."

"Stephy, you're old; you have to accept your gray hairs," you told her, but quieted down at the glare you were receiving. "You know what? I can't do this tough thing. I'm leaving Leah to do this."

You did, in fact, get a yelling through FaceTime from Leah. Then you got another one from Sam, but that shut down quickly when you threatened to tell Kristie about Sam breaking her favorite vase. Sam blamed it on the cat.

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #matildas #steph catley #caitlin foord #katie mccabe #alessia russo #kyra cooney cross #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #arsenal wfc x reader

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phantomstatistician · 9 months ago

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Fandom: Star Trek

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arisveah · 3 months ago

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mini comic panel? why not

also bonus BIG picture for unfinished panel under cut

martyn centric double life au following pearls descent into madness with martyns perspective. as his best friend and ex tutor grows more and more unstable, martyn searches for a cure- and a cause. could it be the puppy he gave her when he passed his exams, and would that make this his fault?

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nikolai-alexi · 1 year ago

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Fifty Kilos of Glitter and a Way Out

This is a mini fic for the lovely @swag696942069 who came up with the concept of Tillie Finnegan, Seamus Finnegan’s mam, and I fell head over heels in love with the idea of her, so I wrote a lil fic for her. Swag, I hope I did Tillie some kind of justice, I love this little menace to society and I really want to play with her character more in the future

CWs: I actually don’t think there’s any?? (Wow yes I know shocker I never managed to write things without heavy CWs so this is a first). There’s mention of magical surrogacy. There’s an overview of the War, but no graphic details of anything. Lots of mentions of bombs/bomb materials. Oh shit wait, glancing description of arson and murder, too, but not with a bomb.

I absolutely did not proof read this, it’s 0100 and I have to be up for work in 3 hours so forgive me for any mistakes. And the line breaks wouldn’t format right on mobile so I gave up. Also, I know “dwt” is a Welsh word, but I couldn’t find an Irish equivalent, so I said fuck it.

Dwt - of a person, someone small or dinky

WC: 4600 words, average read time 35 minutes

Regulus Black is not someone people accidentally bump into, or stumble into, or any other manner of unintentional irritation. He knows this, because he’s hexed people for far less than an unintentional bump in the corridor. People stay far away from him, unless you were Evan, Pandora, Barty, or Dorcas, you made sure you gave him a wide berth. His lack of patience and temper with others has only gotten worse since the summer hols.

Which is why, he thinks, it’s so surprising when someone, who is definitely not any of the aforementioned people, slumps down at his table in the library unceremoniously, and tosses her feet onto the chair beside her. He raises his head from his textbooks and parchments slowly, and blinks owlishly at her. He can’t hide his surprise at the sheer amount of audacity she has. He’s seen her around, knows she’s a Hufflepuff in his year, but she’s not a Prefect so he has no idea what her name is.

“Can I help you?” He sneers. She doesn’t even blink from the venom in his voice. Her head is tilted just a bit to the side and her blue eyes look massive from behind her specs, he can see the thickness of the lens protruding from the wire frames, and, if he’s being honest, it kind of unnerves him.

It’s like she seems to sense that he feels very off-kilter from her sudden appearance and lack of response, and nods strongly once, “Tillie Finnegan, pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Regulus Black. I need your help.” Her words are formal, but her thick, Donegal accent, made the words sound anything but.

Regulus snorts and turns back to his textbooks with a nasty grin, “Bugger off then, you won’t find it here,”

Finnegan laughs, and it sounds like a strange mixture of gulls and bells, “Aye, mightn’t be so hasty when I tell you what I’ve got to offer you,”

He snaps his gaze to her, all but snarling, but stops short when he sees her twirling a very familiar gold chain around her fingers. She smirks as the colour leaves his face entirely.

“Where did you get that,” he tries keeping his voice neutral, but he knows his body language is tense, ready to swipe the necklace out of her hands at the first given opportunity. It betrays him.

She tsks softly, “Not so fast, Baby Black,” she snatches the gold chain out of the air just before he’s able to close his fingers around it. It disappears from her hands not a second later.

Regulus sits stiffly straight in his chair and folds his hands in front of him, “Fine then,” he says, trying to curb the snarl on his face, “Let’s talk,”

Her stoic expression melts away to a sunny exclamation immediately, “Oh wonderful! I’d thought that’d take much longer!” Her mood swings reminded him of Bella, in a way, and a shiver rolls down his spine.

She rights herself in her chair, “Right then, to business, shall we? I need material ordered, but I can’t order it meself or it’ll get reported. Bloody knob has me owls monitored again, as if he could catch me that way,” she snorts wryly as if she’s made a joke he should know, “I’m good for the galleons, don’t worry, I just need someone scary enough or with a big enough name that no one will peep up and question it. Barty said you’d be good for it, if I had the right incentive,”

Regulus is…baffled, to be quite frank, he has no idea what to do with this person in front of him. Her accent makes her words seem like they’re bouncing around his head before they make sense, but they don’t make any sense at all to him.

“Are…” he trails off for just a moment, “Are you trying to blackmail me?”

She looks at him with wide eyes, or at least wider eyes, “What? No! Merlin’s left tit, Black, do you think I’m suicidal? Fuck no, I’m not trying to blackmail you,”

Regulus is struck with the urge to laugh, but bites his tongue, “I suppose that’s good then, you weren’t exactly doing a good job of it,”

Finnegan snorts and slides the necklace across the table, he’d never seen it reappear until now. He’s not sure if she’s terrifyingly good at wandless magic or if it’s slight of hand, but he doesn’t care as he scoops the gold chain with the pendant, a single letter J, and shoves it into his robe pocket.

“I was gonna give that back regardless, I was just hoping it might help get you to listen to me,” she says, “It nearly slipped down the drain in the Prefect’s bath,”

A dark blush rises to his cheeks and she grins lecherously at him, “You two really ought to keep better track of your things,”

Regulus schools his features and tries to will away his blush, “Back to the point, Finnegan, or I shall simply walk away. You’ve given up your bargaining chip,”

She laughs again and tuts, “No, I’ve only lost one bargaining chip. So I’d suggest you remain sitting, dwt,”

He decidedly does not want to know what that means.

He doesn’t get a moment to think before she’s talking again, “You and yours are in a bit of a prank war with the Marauders, aren’t ye?”

He snorts again, as if he’d actually be involved in Evan and Barty’s schemes. He just keeps them, mostly, out of trouble. And maybe he occasionally suggests some ideas. But only occasionally. He wouldn’t lower himself to his brother’s antics.

“Evan and Barty are, yes,”

Finnegan rolls her eyes, “Please, Black, anyone with eyes that can see past their nose can see you all over their pranks. Evan and Barty are two of the dumbest fuckers I’ve ever met. Smart as a whip when it comes to a book, they are, but both of ‘em would be lost without you, so don’t even try that selkie-shite with me,”

He cocks his head curiously at her, “Rather observant,” he murmurs, “for a Hufflepuff,”

She quirks a sarcastic brow, “Rather smart,” she drawls, “for a Slytherin,”

He can’t help but chuckle at that, “Touché,”

She waves her hands and rolls her eyes, “Merlin and all the saints, can’t believe people can be multifaceted outside of their house traits they get sorted into at age eleven. The news will rock the Wizarding World at its core,”

Finnegan reminds him of a very strange combination of Barty and Dorcas. He has to admit, he kind of likes her. She’s absolutely a bag of cats, he can bear smell the crazy coming off her, but Barty was also bat-shite crazy and Dorcas was not far behind him in that regard, so maybe he just attracted crazy in his life. Perhaps the Black Family Madness was just a by-product of accumulating an assortment of completely mental people.

“Can we get back to the point, Finnegan? I’ve Arithmency homework to finish,” he asks.

“Bollocks,” she swears, “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to take up so much of your time. If you order the materials I need, I can get you intel on your brother and his friends’ pranks. And help your lot prank them.”

He weighed his options. It’s not like she was asking a monumental favour. He could indulge her.

“What materials do you need that you can’t order yourself?” He certainly didn’t need to be getting caught with anything illegal. He had enough on his plate without dealing with any of that nonsense.

“I need fifty kilos of ultra-fine glitter, antimony trisulfide, dextrin, strontium, copper, barium, and sodium chloride, sulphur powder, charcoal, and potassium nitrate,”

Regulus blinks.

He blinks again.

And again.

“I’m sorry,” he says, completely bewildered, “you’re building a bomb?!”

She immediately shushes him, looking around to make sure no one heard him, “Keep your bloody voice down, Black!”

She looks at him with an irritated glare, “Merlin’s tits, yes, of course, I’m building a bloody bomb! Are you new here? That’s kind of my thing. And it’s a glitter bomb, you knob. Completely harmless, just very inconvenient and a highly effective form of retribution,” she grinned manically, “Nothing like trying to get glitter out of your knickers to make you think twice about being a proper gobshite, aye?”

This is officially the strangest situation he’s ever found himself in, which is saying something seeing as he’s lived with Barty for six years, and he can’t help but laugh. He supposes digging ultra-fine glitter out of every body crevice and article of clothing one is in possession of is plenty of motivation to not be an arse.

“Okay,” he chuckles, “Sure, I’ll get your materials. Give me everything you have on my brother and his miserable group of miscreants,”

Finnegan waggles her eyebrows with an almost comical leer, “I know for a fact you don’t think one of those “miserable miscreants” is really all that bad,”

Regulus rolls his eyes, knowing there’s no way he can talk his way out of this, not with Finnegan knowing about the necklace and apparently one of their late night dalliances in the Prefect’s bath.

“Actually,” Regulus says, rather primly, “I quite think he’s the worst of them all,”

Finnegan coughs out a laugh, “You would, wouldn’t you?”

Regulus balks at that, “What does that mean?”

Finnegan grins and shrugs, “Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, Black,”

He tries to needle her into explaining, but she stays infuriatingly tight-lipped about it. He curses the fool who ever said Hufflepuffs didn’t have three braincells to rub together. This particular one is maddeningly astute. He wants to hex her.

Tillie lets him try and pry an explanation out of her, but simply regales him with half answers and nonsensical tripe. She’s got to give it to him, he puts up with it longer than most do. She reckons he’s used to runaround answers from being around Pandora, but even Baby Black has his limits and before long he huffs exasperatedly, blowing a stray curl up before it falls right back where it was and he goes crosseyed trying to glare at it.

He levels her with a completely unimpressed look, “You’re a wretched, evil, thing, you know?”

She grins at him, a bit mean and very entertained, “Been called worse, I reckon,” he rolls his eyes, thoroughly done with her antics, but helplessly amused all the same, “Now, do you wanna know what your brother and his lot are planning, or not?”

Regulus leans forward, eyes bright. He may want to pretend he’s above such shenanigans, but she knows he’s every bit as mischief-inclined as his brother and his not-so-secret (to her anyways) boyfriend. Regulus Black is many things, but a stick in the mud is not one of them.

She leans forward in her seat too and whispers, “They’re planning to animate the Slytherin Quidditch lockers to chase after players while they’re trying to change for next weekend’s match,”

Regulus is actually surprised, that’s rather brilliant. The team wouldn’t see it coming at all, it’d throw them out of their rhythm and disrupt their pre-game routines. It has James written all over it.

“That rotten bastard,”

Tillie snorts, “Technically, he’s not a bastard, he has both parents, the lucky sod,”

Regulus rolls his eyes, “He doesn’t have good parent privileges right now. He’s a dirty, cheating bastard and I’m going to knock him straight off his broom on the pitch,”

Tillie widens her eyes, “You mean to tell me,” she gasps dramatically, “you’re capable of doing something straight? I didn’t think it was possible,”

Regulus chokes on air, and splutters indignantly, “Oi! Fuck off, Finnegan!”

It takes him only a few days to get Finnegan’s bomb-making materials. Just as Finnegan had said, no one questioned him about his need for such a collection of materials. Nothing was dangerous or illegal in of itself, and nothing was searched coming into the castle. He’d had Kreacher pick most everything up and bring it directly to his dorm. Once everything had arrived, it was simply a task of sending a school owl to deliver a note to Finnegan and meeting in an unused Potions lab for the transfer.

When Tillie arrived to the lab, she was nearly vibrating with a manic energy. He desperately hoped he would not get caught in the crossfire of this, but he had little hope of being spared. Sirius had once dumped a package of glitter into his hair when they were younger and he hadn’t been able to get it out for months. Did the Impervious Charm work on glitter? He bloody well hoped so. He’d have to ask Flitwick.

“Fucking insane, you are,” Regulus shook his head. Tillie giggled.

“Better than being normal,” she shrugged, “Now shoo. James is about to try and bribe the house elves into pouring a potion into everyone’s drinks at dinner. If you hurry, you might be able to find out what it is,”

He’s almost to the door when she snorts and snickers under her breath, “And maybe get a snog sesh in too,”

He sends a stinging hex at her without looking and his face splits into a grin when she yelps loudly behind him. Serves her right.

Their alliance (friendship) continues through the year. He knows she’s playing both sides of this prank war, but he finds it quite fun to try and feed her false information, or weasel information out of her. They constantly rile each other up, snapping out insults and banter like they’d been doing it for years. She gets along with Evan and Barty far too well for his comfort, and Dorcas and Pandora both enjoy her company. It takes him a while to get used to Bones and Vance when she starts bringing them around, but eventually they all settle into a peaceful agreement. He argues politics with Bones and Vance, and it takes him far too long to figure out why everyone calls the three Hufflepuffs “The Bombsquad”. It’s quite possible that he was the last person in Hogwarts to find out about Tillie Finnegan’s rather concerning obsession with pyrotechnics and explosives. Suddenly, all her exploded potions assignments made a lot more sense.

It’s nearing the end of sixth year, and Regulus has all but withdrawn from everyone and everything. He knows what’s waiting for him at home and his stomach is a constant pit of dread. He can’t eat or sleep. He has to end things with James soon to keep him safe and the thought of losing the one person who brings so much light and warmth to his bleak and cold existence threatens to tear him apart at the very seams. He goes through the motions day-to-day, but everything is hazy and discombobulated around him. He hears the lectures, but doesn’t comprehend the words. He sits in the library and stares at his textbooks, trying to read the same passages over and over and over again, but all he can think about is the imaginary noose around his neck feels like it gets tighter by the hour. It’s only a matter of time before the floor falls out beneath his feet and his life is over. He had so much he wanted to do, but this is the way his life works. He knows he has no choice. Not if he wants to keep Sirius safe from Walburga and Orion and the Dark Lord. War is coming, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t keep Sirius alive through it.

His thoughts are interrupted, in a way that’s strangely reminiscent of their very first meeting at this exact library table. But this time, when Tillie Finnegan throws herself in the chair across from him, she’s not alone. Amelia Bones hovers rather awkwardly at the remaining chair, before she sits down stiffly.

“I’m not getting you more glitter,” Regulus says in lieu of a greeting. His voice is raspy from disuse. He doesn’t actually know when the last time he spoke was.

“Good, cause that’s not what I’m here for. But feel free to spoil me with gunpowder any time you want,” Tillie quips. His lips twitch, as though they want to smile, but can’t.

“What do you need, Tils?” He asks.

She grins at him, but there’s something hesitant in it, it puts him on edge, “I need you to promise not to hex the hair off of us and to hear me out,”

Regulus blinks. Once. Twice.

“I..” he looks between Bones and Tillie, Bones won’t meet his eyes, “I do not like where this is going,”

Bones clears her throat, “It’s not a bad thing. Tillie is just convinced you’re going to hate our meddling,”

He shoots Tillie a dark look and sighs, his curiosity getting the best of him, “Fine,” he grumbles, “I promise not to hex the hair off of you and to hear out whatever inane, meddlesome plot you’ve devised now,”

Tillie and Bones slide a rolled bundle of parchment over the table to him. He pulls the leather thong binding it and his breath gets punched out of his throat by the words he reads.

Wizarding Persons Protection Incentive: For Children of Dark Families Who May Not Have A Choice

There are countless pages documenting the program and what it could provide, and a bulleted list for, what he assumed, names. He could feel the magic in the parchment as he held it, looking through everything. It detailed how the persons protection worked, what protections were laid in place, how the DMLE would uphold those protections, and the measures the department were taking to thoroughly vet each person wanting to come into the program.

“It’s officially been approved as of this morning. The Minister, Head Auror, and the Head of the DMLE signed it into effect to start before the summer hols.” Bones said quietly.

Tillie brushed his hand, and he jerked away, she smiled sadly, “You aren’t obligated in any way, Reg, but you’re a good person. You aren’t built for war, and Sirius isn’t the only one who deserves a happy ending,”

Tears spill over his eyes and he desperately, desperately, wants to believe her, “They’ll hunt him down if they don’t have an heir. I have to. I don’t have a choice,”

He tries to contain his sob, but the ugly thing rips out of his chest. It’s silent, of course, but it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Reg, Sirius is already taken care of. So is James. And Remus, and Pete. They’re all acting as, quote unquote, officers for the program. They aren’t going to be 100% out of the line of fire, but they’ll be working on muggleborn intel, and evacuating families before Moldyshorts can get to them. They’ll be under heavy protections at all times, and in charge of safe house rotations. Your parents would need to be the spawn of Merlin to get to Sirius, love.”

His breath was caught in his throat. Could he really escape this? Was it possible? Would he actually be able to live through the War and not have to sacrifice everything he is to a narcissistic, half-blood, megalomaniac?

Tillie breaks him out of his thoughts, “Reg, love,” she says gently, he looks into her eyes and sees nothing but kindness. She doesn’t pity him. He knows his desperation is plain as day on his face, but he can’t push it away. He is desperate. He doesn’t want to be turned into a monster.

Tillie gently takes the parchment back and rolls it up, securing the leather thong around it and stuffing it back into her bag. Her expression is kind and open when she speaks again, “It’s time for you to think about what you want, Regulus. Not what’s best for Sirius, or what your parents want, or what you’ve been taught is expected of you. Take tonight. Think about what you want. We’ll come find you tomorrow, and you can give us your answer,”

Bones and Tillie don’t linger, they leave him to his racing thoughts. He barely manages another half hour of trying to study before he shoves his books roughly in his bag and books it to his dorm. Evan and Barty are already there, in deep discussion.

Barty looks up at him and waves him over to his bed, “Fins talk to you about it?”

“Yeah,” Regulus says, arranging himself against Evan’s side at the headboard. His skin crawls a bit from the contact, but he doesn’t pay it any mind, “What are we doing about it?”

Evan drops an arm around Regulus, holding tight for a minute, “We’re a team, Reg, wherever we go, we go together, always.”

Barty nods sharply at Evan’s words. They all share a moment of silence, looking from one to another as an unspoken wave of understanding rolls across them.

“So we’re decided?” Regulus asks. Barty and Evan don’t hesitate to respond in the affirmative.

The next morning, each of them sign their names on that enchanted parchment with a flourish the first second they could.

No one could have known that a few elegant, swooping signatures would change the entire course of the War. Children from Dark families signed into the program from every house, desperately trying to escape the fate their parents lay for them. Voldemort’s forces didn’t grow exponentially in the lead up to the War, as his sacrificed child soldiers suddenly started disappearing. Dumbledore barely had a force to work with, the children he approached, certain of their answers, turned him away and refused to join the Order, no matter what he tried to leverage against them.

Without a supply of expendable foot soldiers each leader had anticipated, they’d been forced to fight their own war. Dumbledore had been forced to find the Horcruxes on his own. Tom had been forced to pick his battles, instead of raining chaos at any given opportunity. There were still battles, still bloodshed and deaths, but the war had been changed.

James, Sirius, and Remus had several close calls with Death Eaters while evacuating muggles and muggleborns, but most everything was easily healed. They had an almost impossible success rate for getting families evacuated and keeping them safe from Death Eaters. The three of them duelled fiercely together, and became a force that even seasoned Death Eaters were wary to reckon with.

Peter thrived in making plans, his love of strategy and sharp eye created easy executed plans of escape, evasion, attack, and defence. He could think from both sides of the chessboard, taught the officers how to anticipate their opponent, forced them to learn how to use stealth and speed together for the quickest and cleanest missions possible, but also taught them how to sacrifice the premise of a mission and still come out successful.

Lily Evans blossomed in her role as Healer alongside Mary MacDonald. The two of them devised emergency kits for every single member of the Initiative, something that had saved several of their lives over the course of the War.

Barty and Evan were stationed as the WPPI’s hit wizards and they revelled in being able to use the darker magics against Death Eaters. They wrought chaos and distrust among Voldemort’s ranks, using Polyjuice to infiltrate the ranks and sow seeds of doubt. They cut more than a fourth of Voldemort’s forces down alone.

They’d found out Dorcas and Marlene McKinnon had an uncanny knack for breaking into places and stealing things without anyone being the wiser. As Voldemort got more desperate to regain the upper hand, his plans became clearer and clearer. Dorcas and Marlene took a special kind of satisfaction at staying one step ahead of him at all times, getting to whatever book, artefact, or target he was after just moments before he did.

Pandora stayed well away from the War in any capacity, but frequently helped pass along information she gathered from the streets or from Visions.

Bones took the Ministry by storm when she flawlessly headed the WPPI and stepped seamlessly into the role of DMLE Head, when the former one had been killed by Voldemort.

Vanity fast-tracked into the Auror department and quickly became known for her ruthless duelling skills and on-the-fly thinking.

Tillie and her husband, Sean, stayed far away from the War and the efforts of the WPPI. Their son deserved a world where both his parents were there and available for him. That didn’t stop Tillie from sending a very, very large box of carefully crafted explosives to a safe house off the coast of Italy to a certain curly haired Slytherin who’d done her a favour years ago.

And Regulus? Well, he’d paid a visit to Number 12 Grimmuald Place and he’d buried his parents below tons of ash and flame. He’d torched the place he’d been imprisoned to his whole life and the place where his childhood had been ruthlessly taken from him. He stepped into his role as the Head of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black with an air of grace that only a Black could have. He used their fortune to buy up properties for safe houses, provide supplies for their Healers, and work the Wizagmont into a sustainable path for the future. He also frequently got nailed in the face with a signature glitter-filled mini bomb when he opened the package that arrived on his doorstep each month. He learned unfortunately quickly that neither the Impervious Charm nor Protego are effective in fighting off the onslaught of craft shrapnel.

The War ends when Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle duel for the last time. Their wandfire clashes together with an epic thundering and the contrasting jets of light explode as they meet. The leaders of war stand no chance against the concussive blast and when the dust settles, all that’s left is the bodies of two old men, half of a Phoenix feather and yew wand, and a perfectly split wand made from Elderwood and thestral hair. Their graves are unmarked, except for an inscription that reads: “Here lies the mark of men who believed violence would provide them power, and only succeeded in destroying their humanity in an attempt to seize it.”

Not six months after the end of the War, Lily Evans brings a little boy into the world who looks just like his father, but has Regulus’ icy blue eyes. Magical surrogacy had allowed James and Regulus to have a child of their very own, who was safe from the horrors of the war and could never be used as a tool to further an old man’s delusional agenda.

Harry Potter grew up in a world where he made “science experiments” with his best friend Seamus Finnegan, and helped his other best friend Neville and his mum in the greenhouses, and threw gnomes from the garden with his other best friend Ron, and swam in the lake with his (sometimes) other best friend Draco, and was babysat by his favourite cousin Tonks when his Dad and Papa went on date nights.

Tillie Finnegan wasn’t a war hero to the Wizarding public, but to a set of three Slytherins who had nowhere to go except down the irredeemable path, she was the best hero of them all.

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duckprintspress · 7 months ago

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Let’s Go Lesbians! 32 Books for Lesbian Visibility Day

TODAY! is Lesbian Visibility Day, the first day of Lesbian Visibility Week – April 26, 2024. We are, I’m sure you’re shocked to discover, celebrating with LOTS of lesbian books! 15 people contributed to making this list, all of us sharing our absolute faves, from graphic novels to epic novels, from memoirs to horror fiction, with explicit rep and implied. With this many awesome books to share, we’re prepared to guarantee that everyone who loves wlw lit can find something new to them on this amazing list!

Interesting Facts About Space by Emily Austin

The Essential Dykes to Watch Out For by Alison Bechdel

Belle of the Ball by Mari Costa

Kiss Number 8 by Colleen AF Venable & Ellen T. Crenshaw

She Wears the Midnight Crown Anthology

Delilah Green Doesn’t Care by Ashley Herring Blake

The Scapegracers & The Scratch Daughters by H.A. Clarke

Spinning by Tillie Walden

The Girl from the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag

The Ruin of Angels by Max Gladstone

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

The Red Scholar’s Wake by Aliette de Bodard

Siren Queen by Nghi Vo

She Gets the Girl by Rachael Lippincott & Alyson Derrick

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Those Who Wait by Haley Cass

Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

Into the Bloodred Woods by Martha Brockenbrough

From Here by Luma Mufleh

Alice Isn’t Dead by Joseph Fink

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel

Are You My Mother? A Comic Drama by Alison Bechdel

A Memory Called Empire & A Desolation Called Peace by Arkady Martine

Female General, Eldest Princess by Please Don’t Laugh

Clear And Muddy Loss of Love by Please Don’t Laugh

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Max Gladstone & Amal El-Mohtar

Down Among the Sticks and Bones by Seanan McGuire

A Restless Truth by Freya Marske

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich by Deya Muniz

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead by Emily Austin

Can’t get enough books with lesbians? Yeah, us neither – this new list for 2024 is on top of THREE rec lists of titles featuring lesbians that we posted last year.

Lesbian Visibility Week Recs Part 1

Lesbian Visibility Week Recs Part 2

Duck Prints Press Short Stories with Lesbian Characters

You can also view this list (along with all our other wlw faves!) as a shelf on Goodreads!

See a book you want to buy? You can grab it through the Duck Prints Press Bookshop.org affiliate shop!

What are YOUR favorite reads with lesbian characters?

#duck prints press #wlw characters #lesbian characters #queer books #queer fiction #queer non-fiction #lesbian visibility day #lesbian visibility week

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ewicomkicks2point0 · 7 months ago

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Every single time I’ve drawn each of them, they’ve looked ever so slightly different, so I drew this to help myself with how I draw them exactly, even labelling specific features.

I made demo look more like his mum; specific bone structure details like the jaw that comes to a point rather than his dads that is much more square shaped etc. [I literally just copied and pasted their noses] but you probably can’t notice all the other details all that well but I made this for myself anyway so shush up

Plus a timeline reference thing idfk of Tilly specifically, she got really mean looking as she got older I guess lol, might do this for the others if you guys would like to see it [probably not, depression is being a real cunt recently]

#team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 fanart #tf2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 demoman #tf2 demoman's parents #they kinda have a permanent squint if they’re not completely closing their eyes #ya know… lack of eyeballs and such..#didn’t try tooooo hard with these. didn’t even really use any references lol #did take me over 11 hours in total tho…

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dark-and-kawaii · 24 days ago

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‎‧₊˚✧ [ Euphoria ] ✧˚₊‧

Summary: Tilly and some other Hellriders decide to drag Zevlor along with them to a club. The poor man doesn’t want to be here, but just as he was about to leave the prettiest little thing catches his attention… What he didn’t know is she had her eyes on him, and by the end up the night he’d be buried between her thighs~ ♡

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Pairing: ‎Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Content: NSFW - Grinding - Kissing - Dancing - Sweaty Skin - Age Gap - Flustered - Teasing - Zevlor Gives Head - Female Receiving Oral - Stretched Cunt - Love At First Sight~ ♡

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Notes: I don’t usually do Modern AU, but there was something about that old man leaning against a club wall needing attention that stole my heart ♡

The deafening beat of the music reverberated through Zevlor’s aged bones, each bass drop sending a tremor through his frame. The pulsating lights, a kaleidoscope of neon and vibrant hue, painted the room and his crimson skin in an array of colors, casting fleeting shadows that played across the faces of the young goers… He felt like an ancient artifact in this modern scene, a relic from a bygone era…

A sudden rush of air caught his attention and he turned to watch a gaggle of fresh faced young humans stumble into the club. Their laughter and loud chatter... Their youth, their vivacity was a reminder of what he once was.

Zevlor remembered the days when the music was slower, the beats more melodic and the world wasn't quite as… Loud.

As he took a sip of his drink, a vision emerged from the swirling crowd. His inferno eyes never left your form, watching as you danced and reveled with the night… You were a ray of sunshine in a sea of darkness. And that joy of yours was infectious, your smile dazzling.

And for a moment, just a moment, he felt his heart stir.

Then reality set in, as it always did. She was too young, too full of life for an old fool like him…

Leaning against the wall, he let out a tired sigh… What was he doing here? This was a mistake… He knows his comrades were just trying to include him but this wasn't his scene… He wasn't one of them anymore, hadn't been for a long time…

Just as he was about to kick off the wall, you happened to catch his gaze… Your eyes met and by the gods you moved like a dream. Your hair cascaded down your shoulders like a silken waterfall, your eyes shimmering under the strobe lights…

And he felt his heart stop. It had been so long that he forgot what it was like, the rush of emotions that flooded him, the butterflies that filled his belly.

His mind went blank as your smile was directed towards him, your hips swaying to the beat, a sensual beckoning as you navigated the crowd towards him.

Zevlor found himself frozen, his breath hitching in his throat as you came closer and closer until finally… You stood before him. Your body barely a breath away from his.

“Why are you all the way over here?! Alone! The whole club is over there! ♡”

Your voice was barely audible over the music as you pointed to the dance floor, but the tone of your voice was playful, teasing.

Zevlor chuckled softly, his lips pulled into a smile, you were just so precious, “Please don’t let me impose on your fun. I was just about to leave anyway.”

A pout graced your plump lips as you stared up at him, the strobe lights flashing against the sheen of sweat on your skin. Zevlor held his breath, unsure of what you were going to do next. He definitely was not expecting the hand that grabbed his.

“Coooouuld~” you teasingly tiptoed your fingers up his hand, across his arm, a mischievous smile on your lips, “I have this dance?”

Your bodies were nearly flush against each other, and you could see how he swallowed thickly. His throat bobbing, and his eyes, oh those eyes of his were so orange and surrounded by such a pretty fire…

Zevlor’s free hand hovered over your waist, his tail twitching and trembling. Your scent was so sweet, so intoxicating, and the heat of your body reminded of the sun kissing his skin… “I- I'm… I'm afraid I wouldn't be a very good dance partner,” he stammered. “I'm… well, a bit old for this sort of thing.”

The laugh that escaped your lips made his knees weak.

“Nonsense!”

You took his hovering hand next to your hip and pressed it gently to your waist. You could feel the slight tremble in his hand… He was so cute~

The blush on his cheeks was visible even under the flashing strobe lights. The way his eyes looked at you, with such an expression of wonder and awe.

Your hand cupped his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing along his ribbed cheekbone, your eyes never leaving his, “Age is just a state of mind~” you gave him a playful wink, your long lashes batting coquettishly, “Sooooo~ may I have this dance, kind sir?~ ♡”

Before he could protest further, you had gently tugged him by the collar- “I promise you’ll have fun~!” your hand slipping into his, leading him to the heart of the dance floor. The crowd parted for you both, their gazes curious and amused. Zevlor could see how most the males glanced at him with disgust and envy… and how their eyes followed you with hunger...

But his eyes slowly came back to you, and he could only think of the way you looked back at him, a gentle smile on your lips, your hand squeezing his reassuringly.

He let out a slow breath as the music began to swell, a new song, with a slower beat, more rhythmic and hypnotizing. You could see the way the tension started to leave his shoulders, the way his grip on your hand grew firmer.

“Just let the music guide you, let it take control. Forget about them! Just focus on me, okay?!” you giggled as he nodded, his cheeks flushed, his tail coiling around his leg shyly, as if it were mocking him, a mirror to his inner feelings.

His feet started with hesitant steps, his body stiff and awkward. But you guided him, your movements fluid and effortless, a dance teacher leading a clumsy student. As you both swayed together, the beat pulsed through his veins, and a forgotten rhythm stirred within him. He began to match your steps, his body slowly becoming alive. Your touch erasing the years of tension, stress, and pain.

You felt yourself melt against him, the beat thrumming through you. This tiefling was so strong, the firm muscles of his chest were warm against your breasts, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him. Your eyes closed, letting yourself get lost in the rhythm and the feel of his body. You could feel the heat pooling between your thighs, the slick of your want coating your folds as you pressed yourself closer…

The way you moved was sinuous, your body swaying to the music as you pressed your groin against him. Your hips grinding against his, creating a delicious friction that made his tail stand up straight… Zevlor had to bite back a groan, how embarrassing it would be for someone his age to lose all control… As the scent of your sweat fills his senses, he closes his eyes and wonders if this is truly reality or if he actually did leave the club and this is all but a fleeting dream…

Peering up at him through your lashes, “I think-“ you looked around, noticing how some men were glancing your way.

Opening his eyes, Zevlor followed your line of sight, catching the predatory gazes that were thrown your way. His arm instinctively wrapping around you, tightening protectively, and pulling you flush against his body.

A cute little gasp escaped your parted lips, “Ah~ I- think I’ll need some help getting home tonight…” you looked back at him through those long lashes of yours, biting your lip, your eyes half lidded, the neon lights playing across your face creating a halo of colors around your figure, “You wouldn’t mind helping me, would you~?” You whispered, your glossed lips formed into the sweetest of pouts.

Zevlor chuckled, his voice deep and throaty… It was then he leaned down, his breath ghosting over your ear, the rumble of his baritone making your body tremble as his tail found its way around your leg, “Forget about them... Focus on me, right?”

Your heart fluttered, the heat between your legs growing, a familiar throb, the aching need to be touched, to feel him deep inside you. Your hand grasped his collar, tugging him closer, your breath ghosting across his lips, “Right~”

“And of course, my dear, I will make sure to escort you home, safely. What sort of Paladin would I be if I didn't make sure a beautiful woman got home safe and sound… After all, a knight must protect a lady in need”

There was something in his gaze, in the way his words caressed your soul.

“My own personal knight in shining armor, hmm~? How lucky am I~ ♡?”

The walk to your home was a blur. Your bodies intertwined, his lips hungrily capturing yours. The way his hands roamed your curves, his mouth tasting your skin, the heat radiating from his body, the way his tongue licked the hollow of your throat.

As your back pressed against the door, his hands greedily grabbed your ass, lifting you up effortlessly. You eagerly wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the heat between your bodies intensify as you ground your aching core against him. His bulge was prominent, large… Gods it was so big and it hasn’t even sprung free yet… You couldn’t help it, a moan involuntarily slipped past your lips as you felt his clothed ridged length rub against you, “Hah~ O-oh my~”

“Do- do you need help opening the door-“ his words were swallowed as you pulled him close, capturing his mouth with yours. Your tongues dancing, the kiss sloppy and passionate, and you couldn’t stop the needy whimpers that escaped your throat…

You- you couldn’t get enough of- of…??? Oh! That’s right… You didn’t even know his name!

Breaking the kiss, panting, your mind in a haze, you could barely focus, “Mmn~ I’m (Y/N)~♡” you kissed the tip of his nose playfully.

His eyes widened, that’s right- He hasn't introduced himself either- “Magresh-“ a small infernal curse was about to slip, but he stopped himself, “I apologize for my rudeness, I never did introduce myself… I am Zevlor, well met, (Y/N).” his tongue caressed each syllable, and he gave you a playful smirk, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, a hint of danger, but his eyes held such tenderness.

The sound of his voice saying your name… The softness of his gaze…

You have a playful nip to his neck, a soft suckle, the taste of his skin and the heat of his flesh was so enticing… He tasted like smoke, and spice, it was- It was intoxicating, addicting.

Your stomach fluttered and suddenly you felt butterflies, and- and oh~! Oh- you didn't- You didn't know him- and yet- yet- you-

You couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered and your body reacted to him. It was so strange, so unlike anything you've ever felt before…

Zevlor gasped, his head tilted back and allowing you to leave a trail of marks down his throat, and- and this was the first time he has felt like this in- in decades, and- and- and he couldn't even remember the last time he felt the touch of a woman, the way his body ached, the heat of his cock- gods he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep within your depths, to feel the heat of your velvety walls wrapped around him…

Pulling away from his neck, the sight of his exposed skin was beautiful, “Well met indeed, Zevlor~” your hand that was wrapped around his neck, slipped up his cheek, a thumb brushing his lip, and just as you were about to travel further up-he captured it between his teeth, a soft nibble, and the tip of his tongue flicked out to tease your digit.

You watched him with rapt fascination, the way his eyes bore into you, the orange irises glowing with a golden hue, the fire flickering within him. He was-

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

This tiefling, this aged man, was the most gorgeous being you've ever seen in your entire life. And it made your heart ache, to see someone like him, so beautiful, so breathtaking…

You wondered if you could convince him to stay- to keep him in your life.

His hands squeezed your plush thighs, and he pulled you closer to his hips, grinding himself against you, a deep rumbling growl reverberating through his chest as you ground back, his name leaving your lips in a whimper, and he just- gods, how could he have been so blessed?

He wondered if you’d allow him stay, to have you in his arms, his bed, and his heart…

The door opened suddenly, causing you both to yelp as you fell onto the floor, his weight on top of you, and his arms instinctively wrapping around you to protect you from the fall...

Back at the club, Tilly and the others wondered where their precious commander... It wasn’t like him to leave without telling them...

“I told you this scene wasn’t for him, he probably went home.”

Tilly frowned, a bit upset that she didn't get to say goodbye, “I’ll send him a message, ask if he got home alright… I know he’s not used to being out at night like this, but I thought maybe he’d still enjoy it…”

“He’s older than us, Till. He probably left hours ago and is in bed right now sleeping, or watching the news.”

Tilly huffed and sat her drink down so she could send her commander a quick text, hoping he had gotten home alright, and hadn’t run into any trouble.

Little did they all know, their adored commander was currently buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping and tasting every inch of you, his lips sucking your clit and fingers stretching you as your hands tangled into his hair, wrapped around those horns of his, begging him not to stop.

Little did they know, he was far too preoccupied by the beauty in his arms to check his phone, too engrossed by the sound of his name rolling off your lips like a prayer, to hear the ding of the message notifications… Too focused on the way your sweet nectar coated not only his tongue but dribbled down his chin…

You tasted so sweet, and he feared deep down this alone would make a mess of his cock.. Spilling himself onto the sheets before he could even feel those tight walls grip him…

His mouth left your weeping sex, his body sliding up, a trail of kisses along the way, and when his mouth found yours once more, his cock rubbing along your dripping slit, the tip teasing your clit, a whimper left your lips. His tongue delved past your parted mouth… and you could taste yourself on his tongue, and the kiss- gods it was so heated, filled with so much adoration~

He wanted to feel your heat, wanted to fill you until there was no space left inside... Wanted to feel you wrapped around him, hear his name on your lips, wanted to see you writhing under him…

And as he slowly, painfully began to stretch your cunt open for him… You both wondered if you could convince the other to stay, and be apart of each other's lives ♡

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