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“Mr. Potter, that gesture may be sweet and touching but please remember you two are in class and not in your own world. I do not tolerate sleeping in class so please wake Mr. Malfoy up. I’ll see the both of you in my office after class.” - Professor McGonagall
(scene inspired from wzxz/fake slackers 🥺🫶)
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Draco's first Christmas at the burrow 🍏⚡
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I’m having a lot of very complicated and difficult to explain feelings about jegulus rn.
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“Miss you” “I’m right here”
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Hey would anyone be willing to talk to me about some experiences they had being autistic in schools? I’m writing a paper on linguistic discrimination for my sociolinguistics class and I need some real life examples, and to be honest, my memory of school is very blurry, and I’ve always been highly verbal, so I don’t know that I can think of any examples specific enough to write about. The unit mainly focused on variety based inequality (ie minority languages/dialects), but I want to talk about how these principles are also used to discriminate against autistic children in school.
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What is that fic with the summary that’s just repeating groups of people who go to the leaky together and somewhere along the way drarry fall in love?
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Im stuck without access to wifi for the next week and a half, and if anyone has any recommendations for some Massive podfics I can download, I would be forever grateful. I’m talking 10-20 hours.
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About the new hbo show:
I understand, I do. HP is one of those things that shaped my entire childhood and a good portion of my adult life. But when are you going to get it? When are people going to get it.
Supporting new hp content, and ESPECIALLY on this scale is just giving her a bigger platform, and driving trans fans even further away from the few online spaces they still find some comfort in. This is maybe one of the smallest and most insignificant arguments, but it was one of the first things on my mind. And especially now, in a time of such horrific laws being put into place. I can't speak for everyone, but the more support I see for the game and this show the more unsafe I feel, and I think we all need somewhere safe to land right now.
She's doing real harm. I get that you're excited. I really do. Because the thing is I want to be excited to, and I can't be. We don’t get to be.
I hate being overtly political on here, especially outside of the context of politics as they relate specifically to, and within fiction. This is supposed to be a place where I don't have to think about it in the context of the real world. Where I can process the realities of an inherently politicized existence through fiction and without real world consequences, but she makes that nearly impossible. l'm just so incredibly sad to see how much support and excitement this now getting.
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For the record I started all these and then I got sick so i will actually come back for them I promise.
Im so stuck in a rut with writing rn, please send me prompts.
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Oh hey, I also have Twitter now. @tenacious-minds
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Im so stuck in a rut with writing rn, please send me prompts.
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Okay, you know what.
I watched this anime on Netflix years ago and it’s one of those things that feels like a fever dream because no one I talk to remembers it. It was about a young boy, the youngest of two princes, the elder of whom was chronically ill. And I believe in the first episode that we find out that the mother died, or dies in a fire, and the boy has magic I think? And he has to leave the kingdom, I can’t remember who sends him away. And the whole season was kind of just him moving around the wider kingdom and potentially learning magic? I barely remember it but every like six or so months I think about this anime and I have no idea how to find it.
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I could swear I’ve read more series rewrites than I can find in all my bookmarks and saved fics. Anyway, send me recs.
I’d really love some first year rewrites with Gryffindor Harry that fill in and fix some of she-who-must-not-be-named’s plot holes. But I’d honestly take anything.
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So do to recent additions to my list of fandoms I have decided to actually make a tumblr with the same URL as my AO3. I will mostly likely still be active here, but if you’d like to see more/the majority of my content, HP, YOI, and MDZS plus writing related things please come see me over @tenacious-minds! When I first made this account (exactly two year and one day ago! That’s so crazy) it was never with the intention of participating in fan content creation, I just wanted a place to put everyone’s amazing fan art and writing, but you all were so amazing that I eventually slowly moved into creating content, and you all have been so supportive everytime I post something. Now it only make sense to me to move to a place where I can have all of my content in one place.
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Harry likes shiny things
Harry liked shiny things.
He had a gum wrapper stuffed into the corner by his bed that he hid when he was five. He liked taking it out and playing with the texture. Over time the foil side of the wrapper would rub off into his fingers. He’d pretend it covered him all over and hid him, like a suit of armour. Or an invisibility cloak!
A 5p coin had rolled under the gap of this cupboard when he was six. He would spend hours imagining the things he could buy with such a shiny piece of precious material. Sweets, his mind would say. Some days it would be sour sweets, like the flying saucers, other days he’d want a Freddo. But Harry was smart. He didn’t spend it; didn’t waste it. He could wait, until he had more and more and more!
By the time he was seven he managed to find more coins, amounting to about £1.60. Enough for a child fare bus ticket, far away. Away. Away.  
However, where could he go? He didn’t know much about anything farther away than his primary school. He was much too short to see what was happening outside the bus window when he was lucky enough to find an empty seat not next to his aunt or cousin. The local park he liked to hide in was just next to Mrs Figg’s house on the corner, so that obviously didn’t count.
In his child mind, that small sum of £1.60 could take him somewhere far! He supposed it would take him to Nottingham, where he could meet Robin Hood and his Merry Men! He could— he could… run through the forest! Jump through fences, dodge trees to get away away away.
He was ten when he realised how futile his hopes were. £1.60 was only enough to get him to the town centre, never mind a different city. No matter, he finally saved up £15. Child fare was cheap, and he definitely looked under ten. He could probably pass off as key stage one with how short he was. The only trouble was, how could he manage to convince someone to pretend to be his guardian so he could finally go away? Away. Away.
When he was eleven, he realised his plans needed changing. He had magic . Could he fly? Teleport? Would he be able to travel far without worrying about how much he had to pay?
It was in Madam Malkins that Harry saw another shiny thing. That wasn’t round or hard or easy to lose. Bright yellow hair, almost white. Blue eyes, so pale they were almost grey. Sparkling and directed at him!
“Hullo. Hogwarts too?” The boy asked.
Harry only blinked at the boy. Stunned that someone would speak to him. People never initiated conversations with Harry. He was dull, dirty and unwanted. It’s why he was so drawn to shiny things. He wanted something precious, as if it would make up for how worthless he felt he was. But this boy, this bright, shiny boy was talking to him!
“Today’s my birthday, so I’m getting new robes. I’ve grown an inch, you see!” He continued, bouncing on his heels, seeming to irritate the tailor-witch with a measuring tape as she fussed around him.
Oh, Harry thought, his smile is shiny too.
Harry was eleven when he found a new shiny thing to keep.
“Yes. I’m going to Hogwarts too. Happy birthday.” He finally managed to say.
The boy practically vibrated as sparkles radiated from him. Magic, Harry thought, pleased to see it in person. It’s real. As if he needed more evidence after seeing a wall move.
“My name’s Draco Malfoy. How do you do?” He stuck his hand out.
Harry stretched his hand out toward Draco and shook it, “I’m Harry. Pleased to meet you.”
It would be in later years that Harry would make this shiny boy forever his. And they would live in a very dull home, tarnished by the past. But that’s okay, they’d work their way towards brightening it over time.
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Original lyrics to Roger Miller’s Oo-De-Lally that i altered: “Robin Hood and Little John Runnin’ through the forest Jumpin’ fences, dodgin’ trees An tryin’ to get away”
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Narcissa Malfoy neé Black
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