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#hogwarts second year
zeebee3 · 7 months
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New work just posted!
A Gentle Haunting
Rating T // 8.7k // complete
Harry has the sort of eyes that you could fall into. They’re like a verdant green meadow of—
Her hand halted as, shockingly, fresh words began to fill the empty space just below her quill. She yelped, half tempted to slam the diary shut, but then the words registered and she paused.
Sorry, they said. I don’t mean to interrupt but I thought it might be awkward if I didn’t do it soon.
She stared, dumbfounded. And then startled when they faded and new ones appeared.
My name is Tom and I can see what you’re writing.
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goblinmatriarch · 2 years
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Muggle Animals Don't Sparkle
There was a conversation in the drarry discord about how 12yo Draco would have totally been into Lisa Frank if she had been a thing in the UK, and then this happened, idk.
Lisa Frank examples for anyone unaware
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‘’No, she’s definitely magical, Pansy,’’ Draco said confidently as he wove through the corridor. ‘’It’s just, she’s American.’’ He paused to glance at her significantly. ���’So it’s a bit different.’’
Pansy was tilting the booklet in her hands to squint at it from different angles, bumping into other students left and right. ‘’I guess,’’ she said dubiously.
They turned at the portrait of Oswio the Unlikely to reach the Tapestry Hall and found themselves with a bit more space, as there were only the Charms classrooms this way – well, and the Astronomy Tower, but no one would be heading that way at ten am on a Tuesday.
‘’I’m simply not sure there are any spells on this,’’ Pansy said cautiously.
Draco rolled his eyes and whirled to a stop. He grabbed the top of the booklet, tugging it down so they could both see it.
‘’Pansy,’’ he said as patiently as he could. ‘’Look at how many animals are squeezed on here. And their vibrant colours.’’ He gestured at a wide-eyed pink and yellow tiger. ‘’Some of them sparkle, Pans.’’ He looked at her pityingly. ‘’Muggle animals don’t sparkle.’’
Pansy tossed her head and handed him the booklet. ‘’You just don’t want to admit you like a Muggle thing.’’
Draco snorted, following Pansy as she strutted away, nose in the air. ‘’Are you suggesting my Great-Uncle Waldorf might have been to a Muggle shop on his travels abroad?’’
Pansy tossed a withering look over her shoulder. ‘’Are you suggesting your Great-Uncle Waldorf personally picked that out for you?’’
Draco blinked in startled realisation. ‘’No,’’ he said hastily. ‘’Obviously I realise his,’’ he flapped his hand, ‘’servant, or house elf did.’’ Then he grinned triumphantly. ‘’But even so, you can’t think a house elf went to a Muggle shop.’’
He caught up to Pansy. ‘’And they’d have to use magic to get them this cute, look how cute this is!’’
Pansy reached for the door of the classroom, then stopped when Draco gave a gasping little shriek.
‘’Pansy,’’ he said urgently. ‘’Some of them can lift off the page.’’ He held up his finger. ‘’And then affix to other surfaces.’’ He popped the rainbow-maned unicorn onto the breast of his robe and gazed down at it in admiration for a moment before smiling back up at Pansy.
‘’See? Lisa Frank is certainly a witch.’’
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aftanith · 2 years
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Delphini Lestrange has survived her first year at Hogwarts.
It wasn't quite what she expected. No one warned her about the potential for three-headed dogs, detentions in the forest, manipulative mentors, and the actual Dark Lord.
Hogwarts, unexpectedly, has become a battleground.
As Delphi's second year begins, she's forced to realize that the battle isn't over. There's blood on the walls of Hogwarts, sinister whispers that only she and Harry can hear, and an innocuous little diary casting light on secrets that she'll wish had never been revealed.
And even as terror stalks the corridors, turning students into stone, the Dark Lord is still out there somewhere, eager to regain his physical form and put an end to Harry Potter once and for all.
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joeytime · 2 months
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Maxiel Hogwarts Au...
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If you asked Max what he thought of Hogwarts, he would likely make a joke about pigs and insult their quidditch teams.
He isn't sure it's smart to do that now, in the middle of the Hogwarts' grand hall, completely surrounded by Hogwarts' students and staff. He isn't sure he could escape even if he had his broom.
"Wow, you really hate Hogwarts." The dreaded hat says atop his hair.
Shut up! Max thinks furiously at it. Get out of my head!
Everyone stares intensely at Max, not daring to breathe while the fate of the member of the national quidditch team is being decided. Even the teachers are at the edge of their seats, other than Dumbledore, he seems to know where Max will inevitably end up.
"Little quidditch champion. Everyone is expecting" The hat says, as if it's life of forever moving from head to head to call one of four words is somehow a greater destiny than Max's.
It's not. Max knows he will go on to succeed in life, and win as many quidditch championships as he wants and then retire on an island in The Maldives with a butt load of cash while the hat is left in a dusty room, waiting for it's yearly use. Max wants to reach to rip it up but it would not be wise to do so in front of Dumbledore himself. His hands stay in his lap, frown etched on his face.
"Impatient. Immature." Max's fingers twitch slightly. There is only so much backtalk one can take from a hat.
"Violent and uncaring, wherever will I put you?" Max doesn't agree with that description, he cares plenty, about winning that is.
"Foolish. Foolish boy." It doesn't hurt, Max has heard those words plenty of times.
Max sulks.
It's a beat of silence before the suspense reaches its climax. "Hufflepuff! " The hat hollers, not bothering to consult Max on it's decision. Which is very rude and impolite.
The entire room erupts into chaos, screams of "What! " and "No way! No way!" echo throughout the hall.
Max can't help but agree, he thought he might end up in Gryffindor or Slytherin, maybe Ravenclaw if he was super unlucky. But Hufflepuff? His father was going to disown him. The media are going to have a field day. Well they were going to already, regardless of which house Max was put in.
Dumbledore moves to pull the hat off of Max, the treacherous thing whispers one last time: "Things will make sense in time. Be patient. Do not mope."
Max doesn't mope. Verstappens can't mope, so he doesn't.
Dumbledore gently guides a slightly speechless Max to the Hufflepuff table, pushing him into the seat before winking and walking off.
Max wants to burn down this school.
Cheers erupt from the Hufflepuff table, hands coming to pat him on the back and fawn over him.
The other tables seem miserable at the prospect of losing out on a quidditch champion.
"Oh my god! Hi! Hi! Oh my god! It's you!" A boy excitedly chatters to his left, other students crowd around him and Max suddenly finds that he can't breathe. It's like he's small again, after being knocked off his broom by an overly excited big kid. He had fallen to the ground, too exhausted and overwhelmed to get back up.
His father had been mad, really mad. He hadn't slept well again after that.
"Guys! Guys! He doesn't look so good. " Whoever that is, is definitely right, Max can hardly breathe, he tries to use the breathing technique his father taught him after his first match, control his breathing. It doesn't work, it only causes the panic and urgency in his veins to surge. It did work, it's purpose was to put him on guard, not calm down.
He curls into himself, hands around his ears to protect from the deafening sound of crowds cheering. His bubble of personal space is of course pried and poked at. Fans never had any self awareness when it came to these matters and his father never did have sympathy for personal space.
Hands are pried away from him, he can hear outraged screeching at the action. His own quidditch team's screams when he was 6 years old and pulled away to join the older kids. They thought it wasn't fair that a small boy climbed the ranks faster than they did.
"Hey! Hey! Everyone back up right now!" The entire opposing team bombarding him in an attempt to stop him. The referee's reprimand that fell on deaf ears.
The people at his sides are replaced and gentle hands hold him back up, out of the ball he curled himself into.
Max doesn't dare look up, too afraid at the thought of seeing his father's judgemental look.
"Hey, are you okay? " Max turns his head, soft, gentle, warm eyes, concerned. Jos was never concerned, he was the uncaring one! Not Max!
"I'm fine. " A repeated response, practiced again and again every time he came home to his mother.
The teen with the soft eyes gestures for another boy to sit on Max's other side. The boy opposite Max looks on in concern.
"Hello. I'm Daniel Riccardo, I'm a prefect of Hufflepuff, it's nice to meet you." The gentle boy says, eyes still filled with concern.
"Max Verstappen. " Max manages to choke out.
"The boy on your left is Yuki Tsunoda and that's Lando Norris." Daniel gestures to the boy sitting opposite Max, who waves shyly.
The ruckus Max's sorting caused calms down and everyone settles down to listen to Dumbledore's welcome back speech which luckily does not mention Max.
Max feels strange between Riccardo and Tsunoda, like dread wrapped in false cotton. Norris also peers at him from time to time, creep.
They're sent back to their dorms. Max tells Riccardo that he can get there on his own but the older boy frowns and insists that he takes Max. Max thinks his father would be disappointed at his complacency but he doesn't have the strength to fight it.
Riccardo leads him to the kitchen, Max wants to snap some insult about him being a goody two shoes and how this is none of his business. He holds his tongue.
Riccardo gestures to a specific barrel, looking more worn out than the ones around it. He taps a certain beat, perhaps it's a secret code. That's childish, Max decides, they are not children playing in a fort.
The barrel swings open.
Max grimaces at the small tunnel.
"Here, you try tapping it." Riccardo puts Max's hand to the barrel.
Max repeats the rhythm perfectly. Memory exercises were part of his training.
Once Riccardo is satisfied, he points at the tunnel, almost as if he wants Max to crawl through it.
Max scrunches his nose, seriously? The older boy points more urgently and Max relents, shoving himself through the tunnel.
Well, not shoving, he's not really big, a fact his father loathed, putting him on diets with large sums of proteins and even attempting to use transfiguration spells before it was put to a stop by his mother.
Max wished his mother had not stopped his father. Maybe he would have an excuse not to join this god forsaken house.
It's an agonizing 5 second crawl before he pops out the other end right in front of Lando Norris, the boy before.
Daniel appears behind him, putting a hand on Max's shoulder.
"So Max, this is the Hufflepuff house. You know Yuki and Lando. That's Oscar, Nico and Valtteri." Riccardo urges the boys to come forward.
"It's Verstappen. " Max declares, Riccardo quirks an eyebrow and the rest of the boys look equally confused.
"Hi! I'm Lando! I'm like a huge fan, do you mind signing this for me? " The boy's yellow robes are somehow orange.
Max's PR training kicks in and he smiles one of those sickly sweet smiles that his father loves to wipe off his face before ordering him to smile again. His posture straightens and he reaches a hand around the younger boy's shoulders, patting him on his back once, twice. Just like he rehearsed.
"Sure! " His tone is so obviously a faux sweet as he reaches to retrieve the black marker from his back pocket. The boy has stars in his eyes and Max feels guilty, he always does. He's a fraud.
He signs the hat from his national team, the one he left behind.
He wishes he didn't.
"Hey, are you okay Max? " Riccardo asks, looking weird again.
"I'm doing great, how are you? " His PR trainer said asking back these questions were endearing, cute. Max's father had mocked him for that act, his trainer had been fired after that.
"How about I bring you to your room? Would you like that?" Riccardo asks, Max smiles again, nodding.
"Sure." Norris waves enthusiastically as Riccardo leads him out of the common room and into his private room.
"Are you alright? Max?"
"Call me Verstappen."
"Verstappen. Are you alright?"
"You can go, Riccardo. "
"... Call if you need anything."
When the prefect leaves, Max wants nothing but to burst into tears. He flops onto the bed.
The next day he drags himself out of bed. Even if classes don't start till 9 and the sun hasn't risen yet.
Jos expected him to continue his strict training regime. He was almost tempted to skip it and lie to his father but he thought he better not after his humiliating sorting from yesterday.
Now, alone, Max can see the Hufflepuff room properly. It's... It's all gentle lighting, none of the bright fluorescent lights his room had. The chairs looked comfy and the many plants lazing around the common room tempts him to join them.
Perhaps that would be a better fate, turning into a plant to live the rest of his life in the common room. His hand lingers on his wand, mind on a spell his professor taught him when he was just 9. He didn't.
When he had crawled out of the Hufflepuff room, fully dressed, broom in hand, the sun was just peaking from the horizon.
The halls are empty, some portraits mutter as he walks by. His father's portraits never moved, other than those instructed to. For example, a painter that never stopped moving his brush or a surfer never to take a break from the sea.
Making his way to the Hogwarts field, he stretched, slow and patient. His bones crack from the exhausting day he had before.
The field is decent sized, not as big as the one he played in during national championships, bigger than the one his father made him run laps around till he fainted.
He glides through the air easily, flying comes easily to him. If he were to be given his own time and freedom he thinks he would likely still be a top player in the school leagues.
It's better that he was hurled up though. Better to have reached the top by sheer force of his father's training.
He thinks about his national team, he's a reserve, too young to play officially but the team has him in some practices and he attends smaller competitions for them. Max suspects it's more about having a claim on Max when he comes of age.
He's 15, he still has 3 years to choose which team he wants to go to. By then, he will make his own choice. He will not do whatever pleases his father anymore.
The golden snitch twinkles near the end of the field. Max pretends not to see it.
It is fun, sometimes, tricking the golden snitch, allowing it a false sense of security. Like a tiger cub playing with a cricket.
His father would get mad at him if he did it for too long, he was upset his son couldn't catch it at once. Which Max could, he just didn't see the fun of it.
The fluttering golden ball is in his hands before it can even think of escaping.
Max briefly wonders if the snitch can possibly think, he lets it flutter away, repeating his game once again.
In the golden light of the sun and shaded path of the clouds, the wind whizzes past his ears, he falls into the familiar rhythm of flying, sometimes he makes his own obstacle courses, weaving through imaginary hoops.
By the time the sun reveals itself fully to watch Max fly, he realizes that a crowd has gathered around under him, star-struck Hogwarts students watching, mouths open and everything.
He flushes slightly, he may have had many adoring fans due to his membership in the national team and young age but come on! These were his peers.
Max lowers down, checking his watch to see that it is indeed 8.30am and he has to run if he wants to get to class not drenched in sweat.
He waves slightly to the crowd, zipping to the house dorm even though he's probably breaking several school rules.
He knocks the tune and enters quickly, still high from the adrenaline of flying.
He climbs out of the tunnel only to come face to face with Daniel Riccardo, his face stern and stony.
"Verstappen! You can't just sneak out like that!" Daniel's expression softens when he sees Max.
Max knows he feels pity even if Riccardo knows nothing about his life.
"I of course did not sneak out, I left my room and went to the field." Max doesn't think early hour training counts as sneaking out, going to parties in the dead of the night is sneaking out.
"Max, we were worried. I went into your room and you weren't there. Thought you'd been kidnapped by the other houses to play quidditch for them or something... "
Max considers this briefly, Riccardo knocking on his door gleefully, freezing when he doesn't get an answer. Did his blood pressure spike? Did he throw Max's door open in desperation only to find the room empty?
Max grimaces.
"I went to go training... Sorry..." Max stands awkwardly, hands by his side like a child being punished by a parent.
Riccardo sighs. Max wants to cry.
"Please forgive me, I'm of course sorry, I will do anything!" Max cringes inside, begging with someone other than his father is a foreign concept.
Riccardo has a cheeky smile on his face, Max is almost scared.
"I'll forgive you... Only if you call me Daniel!"
Max groans inwardly, well he's also partly relieved but Daniel doesn't need to know that.
"What will it be Max? Will you call me the d word? Or will you suffer in my never ending spite! "Daniel's grin grows.
" Fine. "
" Fine, who? "
"Fine. Daniel."
Max flushes, weird.
Daniel looks elated.
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dark-elf-writes · 3 months
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My problem is that I think of really great plot twists/reveals/gut wrenching horrible moments full of pain that happen like waaaaaay down the line of a story and nothing for the beginning middle or end and I want nothing more than to talk about it because it’s literally so wonderful but also it’s literally the biggest spoiler for when I actually write it.
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heyheycaitalin · 2 months
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MC and Sebastian Dancing Emote compilation
These two would be menaces at a Yule Ball.
Mod credits
Emote with Any NPC
Companions Mod / Anytime Companion
Sebastian's outfit: Version 3 (Casual outfit no robe)
Background NPC outfits: Without named version
MC's hair
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nelweensfic · 1 year
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Befriend
For the prompt "Wow" from @drarrymicrofic ! Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading 😉
"Are you sure?" Draco asked. 
"Scared Malfoy?" Harry grinned. 
Harry watched Draco extend his hand toward the dragon. After Harry had saved him in the second task, Draco changed his behaviour toward Harry. Yet Harry was still unsure, but decided to try to befriend the Slytherin by showing his little dragon. 
"Wow!" Draco gasped when the little black dragon climbed on his hand toward his arm. Harry's heart melted at the soft side of Draco, smiling and admiring the new pet. 
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balkanradfem · 9 months
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to be fair did u see the school all children in that world go to. if u havent seen death by your third year then WHAT are u doing
i want to argue this point but i have no arguments
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enbysiriusblack · 1 year
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everyone James potter has had a crush on:
frank longbottom
rolanda hooch
marlene mckinnon
amos diggory
remus lupin
emmeline vance
lily evans
gilderoy lockhart
mary macdonald
ted tonks
regulus black
harrison ford
mark hamill
carrie fisher
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stabby-apologist · 5 months
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Hogwarts Legacy, and the Builds inside the Game:
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While most might prefer the Dark Arts build (as did I when I did my first play through), it is more fun and versatile to incorporate herbology and potions so it didn't become monotonous or boring when you enter a duel.
More under the cut-off:
It would keep the body count low so that the Voldemort and Grindelwald are still one of the Darkest Wizards who have a massive body count. Because if you're like me, in my first play through, I abused the crap out of the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse just because I could. But toward the end of the story, it's crazy that you're so well-regarded as a hero but also a mass murderer on the side when you're not in classes.
(I admit that I do love using the Imperius Curse, though)
Halfway through my first play through, I realized that I was more inclined to use herbology and potions in combat rather than the Cursed because it was more fun and gave me more of reason to grow a whole garden in the Room of Requirment (that, and I love the Hufflepuff aesthetic more in the RoR due to all the nature-themed items but I love the Slytherin Common Room more).
The fact that I have two magical menageries in my RoR but also head into the Dark Arena doesn't fit the ear right to me.
I get HL on Switch tomorrow and I intend to go about my second play through in a role play stance, rather than the first timer I was and just wanting to experience everything.
(Though the struggle to always use a hippogriff rather than fly will be a constant, owing to the fact that the broom is faster and smoother but I believe my animal-loving Slytherin would opt for a Hagrid approach).
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hp-fanfic-archive · 16 days
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Blue Roses and Other Impossible Things by Cassiara Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: E Word Count: 40k Podfic available here Read by: Sandstripe Length: 2-3 hours After Harry saved Draco from the Room of Requirement there was a moment when Draco gave Harry a look. Harry didn’t know what to make of it, and he had a war to fight so he ignored it. Now though, they’re back at Hogwarts sharing a dorm and Harry is obsessed with seeing that look again.
find the full podfic library here
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thelikesoffinn · 3 months
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will you show us your steam year bloopsy? I'm so courious about what else you play! 🥰❤️✨️
Aw, how could I say no when you're asking so nicely? Here you go, my sweets! ♥
(Also feel very free to spam me with yours, I love those things.)
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lilsytherinheiress11 · 4 months
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DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! TOMARRY AGE GAP SHIP!
Tomarry Christmas at Hogwarts!
Staring Christian Coulson as 16.5 year old fifth year TMR.
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abianeverdecides · 1 year
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Year 2 Abia (Post Devil's Snare)
Merabia rival arc 😩 /hj
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A lot of stuff went down in Abia's second year, which made her grow to temporarily have a colder vibe (contrasting with her future self). Due to all the trauma and bullying she faced that particular year, she was almost always silent and her marks dropped, all the while she became more rebellious and unstable.
However, her friends somehow always stuck by her side during her mood swings and when she would act up. Future Abia was always grateful for that; they stayed with her when she was at her worst.
Her spite was mainly directed towards Merula. She was grudging on her the whole time after the stuff with the devil's snare; Abia never knew she would stoop so low as to almost kill her (if it wasn't for Hagrid saving the day).
When things calmed down the later years and the bullying stopped, Abia actually became a bit more popular among her peers. Though she still considers her second year at Hogwarts to be the worst year that ever had to go by and doesn't want any reminder that had to do with it.
And what could Merula had witnessed that made Abia perk up? Let's just say our Slytherin baby witnessed a sabotage 😭
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marmotish · 2 years
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How about a younger Freyja receiving her first (wanted) hug from one of her new friends?
((thank you!💖))
Hug 19/79
first friend hug that wasn’t completely rejected ((Post Fear Vault in yr 3))
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it wasn’t til 3rd year that Freyja started becoming a little more comfortable with hugs from non-family members.
Just two kids late-night bonding through “maybe actually being a little affected by all this cursed vault shit and not actually being as unbothered as we appear” and “not actually mentioning all this in the morning and just being closer friends as a result”.
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bunnakit · 1 year
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just read an article about people boycotting legacy and the comments section was full of horrendous transphobia and hate
the gaming community has GOT to be better than this. this is exactly why trans and Jewish folk are upset - people are placing the value of a game and a virtual experience over the wellbeing and safety of living, breathing people
and by supporting that game and playing it you're saying loud and clear that you are not safe, you are not someone to look for in times of need because you do not care. you can't fathom not playing a stupid game, a virtual experience, something relatively intangible, to make people around you feel safe and more comfortable. you cannot see beyond yourself and your own self gratification to see the larger picture.
the gaming community has to grow to be better than this. gaming cannot remain a good old boys club. it cannot continue to dismiss and harm lgbt+ people, poc, jewish people, etc.
the joy of gaming belongs to everyone and everyone should feel welcome.
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