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ria-likestowrite · 3 years

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being a weasley feels like:

Author's note: I'm obsessed with the idea of having a healthy family so i'll probably write a lot about a weasley!reader. This is fem!reader. The timeline I created is probably wrong but whatever. Sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language.

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You were born one year after George and Fred and were one year older than Ron.

Molly and Arthur couldn't be happier to finally have a baby girl

Molly understood that it would be difficult to live in a house filled with boys and being the only girl so you and her would constantly go out, have tea together and have girl talks.

Arthur would be more than happy to see that his daughter shared the same interest as him about muggles and he would pay attention to you

for example, the time when he told you he was proud of you and you seemed really surprised so he would say it all the time because your parents being proud of you should be normal and not a surprise

Bill would make effort to keep in contact with you sending you letters about Egypt

"Dear sister,

Here in Egypt is really nice, but i miss you and the others. Today I saw a teddy bear that remembered me the one you had when you were little, you grew up so fast. How are things for you? Fred and George are not bothering you, right? You can tell me if they are. Anyways, I have to go now.

Goodbye,

Bill."

Charles would send letters too, about his adventures and the dragons he had seen, would be less protective than Bill but he worried about you nevertheless.

You and Percy were actually pretty close, you didn't think he was annoying or boring.

He would keep your secrets to himself, just like you did for him

Percy is really good at giving advice so if you had anything on your mind the first person you went to was Percy.

Fred and George would mess with you every time, but that is their way to say they love you

You sometimes helped Fred with the pranks as long as if mom finds out, you had nothing to do with it

Little fights with George, at first it was for fun but then he actually tried to teach you how to fight so you could protect yourself

They taught you how to play quidditch

If you're bad in quidditch they would probably say you were adopted and that's why you can't have the same ability as them

But if you were good, prepare yourself to them trying to know who's best, you're sitting on the couch doing nothing? "Hey YN, let's see if you're actually good at quidditch"

You were actually more protective with Ron than he was with you.

If any of George and Fred pranks went too far with Ron, you would be there to defend him at any time

Someone made fun of him? Even if it is Draco Malfoy, you are ready to hex whoever made Ron feel bad.

Would give him advice with girls

"You know... You should talk with her, I think she likes you too"

"How do YOU know that?"

"Because i'm a girl too?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot that"

And you couldn't be happier to have a sister

Now you had a third member for your afternoon tea with Molly

Would help her with anything

When Ginny went to Hogwarts, you and she would be always together

You two bond with the same feeling as having too many brothers

Even if sometimes you fought with your brothers or wished that you were an only child, you couldn't be happier growing up in a house so warm and knowing that no matter how hard things are, you can always count on your family.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Loki request (spoilers)

Reader is a variant who got captured by the tva, they're sent to trial and Loki saves them from getting killed bc he still owed them a favour. Morbius gets confused bc those two dangerous variants know each other, turns out they were best friends in their original time line. Now Morbius has to babysit two sarcastic assholes. Double trouble ensures.

Double Trouble | l.l fluff fic

Summary: The request.

Authors Note: I fully acknowledge and support Loki being genderfluid. In this fic, I will be using he/him pronouns for Loki since those were the pronouns they’ve used for Loki in the show so far, indicating that at the time this fic is set, Loki’s genderfluid identity is of a man. Should those pronouns/identity change, so will the pronouns for my fics. I do not intend to be harmful in any way so if this is harmful to the genderfluid community, PLEASE let me know!

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Yeah, Loki was definitely not taking any of this seriously. At this point, he theorized that the Avengers were laughing their asses off on this elaborate prank they were playing on him, and he decided to just wait it out. It had to stop at some point, right? There was no way that this “TVA” bullshit was actually, in any way, real.

At least . . . He believed that until he saw a familiar face.

Mobius had just saved him from being reset to the original timeline and they were walking out of the courtroom just as the doors opened and two TVA agents were walking another “criminal” in. Loki still wasn't buying this elaborate scheme so he didn’t really pay this new person much attention, until he heard the judge speak.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N - am I correct?”

Loki froze, eyes traveling to the “criminal” passing him. He first thought that Thor had set this part of the prank up, but he knew his brother didn’t really understand how mischief really worked. Plus, Loki could tell Y/N wasn’t an illusion.

. . . So that meant she was actually here.

“Hey, wait, can I see this trial?” Loki whispered to Mobius, who glanced back at the judge and raised his eyebrows skeptically at the brunette deity. Loki added, “I just want to see a little more of how this place works, okay?”

Mobius was sure Loki was onto something and after a couple moments of thought, he agreed. At least this would give him a chance to get to know this troublemaker better, and they both shuffled into seats.

“You are correct, madame,” Y/N answered mockingly, a big grin on her face as she walked up to the podium. She then looked around in an exaggerated manner. “Well, do I get a lawyer or what?”

Loki smirked and the judge scoffed. “How do you plead?” The judge asked, dismissing her questions.

“What ‘crimes’ have I supposedly committed?”

“You have been accused of creating an alternate timeline that does not fit into the main continuum. You snuck into Odin’s vault using your Asgardian abilities and when you used the fake Infinity Gauntlet and, in your attempt to enchant the Gauntlet to work like the actual one, you accidentally travelled forward in time and created a new timeline,” the judge summarized.

Loki smiled, amused and proud. He only wondered what led her to this.

“In my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help out,” Y/N said with a shrug.

“Well, the enchantments were not supposed fully work. They were meant to just backfire on you and knock you unconscious, where you’d be imprisoned in the dungeon. But then you tried to use another powerful object in Odin’s vault which created a Nexus event, messed with your enchantment on the fake Power and Time stone, and here you are,” the judge explained.

“If I wasn’t meant to do this - why didn’t these ‘Time Keepers’ control my actions and make me do something else?” Y/N asked, changing the subject.

“I am not going to entertain you any further. In your previous statement, quote: ‘In my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help out’ You have admitted your guilt and will now be reset,” the judge declared sternly.

Immediately, two TVA agents grabbed Y/N harshly and began to drag her away from the podium. Loki, who at this point had connected the dots that he was the friend she had been trying to help, knew he owed her one. He couldn’t just let her be reset and then be imprisoned. So, thinking rather quickly, he leapt up from his seat and shouted, “No!”

All heads turned to him. Y/N’s eyes went wide, not having spotted him, and Mobius was beginning to regret his decision. Loki turned to Mobius. “You need me to help you with this ‘sacred timeline’ stuff. I’ll only do it if Y/N stays,” he said, panting.

Mobius caught an angry look from the judge but his gaze settled on Y/N. After a couple moments, he sighed and relented. “Fine.”

Y/N and Loki cheered and she broke out of the agents’ grips, running to Loki who picked her up and hugged her. “That’s my girl,” Loki said, proud of her for her prank.

Mobius internally groaned. This was going to be a long day.

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“So how do you know each other?” Mobius asked as he walked in-between the Asgardians, leading them to his office.

“Y/N’s been my best friend, partner in time, ever since I was little,” Loki said, grinning.

“Got it,” Mobius said, frowning. He could only imagine the mischief they had conjured.

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After reviewing both of their files, Mobius had to step out for a second, leaving Loki and Y/N alone. “Let’s try to break out,” was the first thing to leave Loki’s lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “And suppose we do, how the hell are you gonna get the Tesseract back? Plus, I won’t wanna be imprisoned on Asgard,” she reasoned, quickly shutting the idea down.

Loki huffed. He was bored. He wanted to do something.

And he had something to do when Y/N stood up and started walking around. With a smirk, he grabbed the remote controlling Y/N’s collar and clicked it, immediately sending her back to her seat.

She turned and glared at him, and he just smirked, innocently shrugging. “I wanna have fun,” he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes and cautiously stood up again. When nothing happened, she walked around a bit more, and Loki let her . . . Until he got bored again. With another click, she reappeared on the other side of the room, in mid-walk.

Before she could protest, Loki did it again. And again. And again. He finally stopped when she got out the words, “CUT IT OUT!” and laughed to himself.

“You asshole,” Y/N grunted, beginning to walk towards him, but skidded back when Loki clicked the button just one more time.

“Oops. My finger slipped,” Loki smirked.

Y/N glared, but being reset made her lose her footing, and she tumbled to the floor, causing her best friend to cackle. Annoyed, she ran at him and managed to push him off his chair, tackling him to the floor. They rolled around, neither one gaining the upper hand for too long, until Mobius re-entered, saw the chaos, pulled Loki to his feet, and grabbed the remote, resetting Y/N so she was back in her chair.

“Hey!” Loki exclaimed, pushing Mobius off him. “No one controls my best friend!”

Y/N couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but smiled nonetheless. Mobius glared and grabbed Loki’s remote, resetting him so he was back in his chair. He then turned to them both.

“I’m beginning to agree with my colleagues that this-” he gestured to Loki and Y/N, “-was a bad idea.”

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vivianweasley · 3 years

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Let Her Go (F.W. x Reader)

Summary: “Only know you love her when you let her go.” childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love

Prompt: This is for @vogueweasley‘s 1K writing challenge and the prompt is #44 “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.” Congrats again lovely!!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst to a bit of fluff, unrequited love, mention of alcohol (Fred being drunk), language (one curse word), Fred being stupid

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Did I write another friends to lovers with unrequited love? Yes, but I love this idea and I’m just writing to cope. The inspiration is Let Her Go by Passenger! Hope you guys would like it! (Also, let’s pretend they used telephone)

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In your memories, you were always following Fred Weasley around.

You followed him around when he and George were throwing dungbombs in their neighbor’s garden. You were six, and he was seven.

You followed him around when it was your first year at Hogwarts. You were an awkward first year, but he has already established quite a reputation.

You followed him everywhere. Whether it was a quidditch game or detention, you were always there with him. Some people called you his sidekick, but you never really minded because you were absolutely head over heels for him.

You knew he knew about your stupid little crush; you weren’t trying to hide your feelings anyway. And you knew that your feelings weren’t reciprocated, but that didn’t matter. Loving him was your own business. Plus, you knew that at least you meant something to him, so you’ve still got a chance.

You loved him with all your heart and without a doubt. It was one-sided and lonely, but you never cared. Well, at least not until now.

It was your party to celebrate receiving a brilliant job offer from America. All of your friends were there.

“I’m so happy for you! But I’m also gonna miss you a lot!” George exclaimed for like the twentieth time today.

You chuckled, “I know, Georgie, I’ll miss you too! And I’m not leaving until the end of the next month. I’ve still got a lot to take care of before I go.” Now that you were actually talking about leaving, the whole concept of living in another country so far away finally began to feel more realistic. “There are just so many things and people I’ll miss.”

“By people, you mean Fred, right?” Ginny teased, “Speaking of which, where is he?”

“I don’t know. He promised he would come,” you replied, couldn’t control the blush that was climbing up your cheeks.

Ginny was right. Of course you were going to miss all of your friends dearly, but you were also going to miss Fred just a little more than the others. And that’s why you were a bit disappointed that he was so late to your party. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the clock and the door every now and then. The butterflies in your stomach started dancing whenever you heard something outside, but they always die down when you realized it wasn’t him.

The clock soon struck 12, and when you were saying goodbye to the last of the guests, you finally accepted the fact that Fred was not going to show up tonight.

You were helping at the joke shop the next day, and it was already noon when you heard Fred walking down the stairs.

“Morning,” you could still hear the sleepiness in his voice, and you could tell from his messy hair and puffy eyes that it was a hangover. You frowned a little but you tried not to overthink. Surely he had a good reason, right?

“It’s already noon, brother,” George asked the question for you, “where were you last night?”

“I ran into Lee after work, and we went to the pub. Why?”

“Why? It was Y/N’s party last night, you forgot?”

“Wait, it was last night? Ah shit, I forgot. I’m sorry Y/N,” he turned to look at you. You could see the sorry on his face, but you couldn’t hear it in his voice. You knew that expression all too well. It was the same reaction whenever he got caught playing pranks on someone. He was saying that he’s sorry, but you knew he didn’t mean it.

“Fred, you do realize that she’s leaving soon, right?” George was finding this unbelievable too.

“Oh c’mon, last time I checked, we still have something called a portkey. And I’m sure Y/N will be visiting us pretty often, right Y/N?” The carelessness in his voice stung you.

Hurt, mixed with anger, was rushing to your brain. It was the moment that struck you, a moment that should have happened a long time ago.

You always thought that even though Fred didn’t love you back, at least you were still a very important friend to him. But now you’ve finally realized that maybe this was just another self-comforting lie. It was not the first time he forgot something about you, and it seemed like he never cared anyway.

“What am I in your life?” You asked quietly, “Because as of lately, I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“What are you saying? Y/N, you’re not making any sense.”

“I always thought it’s alright that my feelings aren’t reciprocated because it’s just my own business. But I’m not just that stupid girl who has a crush on you; I’m also your friend! And friends shouldn’t treat friends like nothing.” Your voice sounded calm, but tears were streaming down your face, “It was always me who’s looking for you and thinking about you, but friendship takes two, Fred. Maybe you should start trying too.”

Then you just stormed out of the joke shop, before George could try to talk you round and before Fred could probably tell a joke to laugh it off.

One week later, you left for your new job in a hurry. You said goodbye to every one of your friends, except for Fred.

Fred was feeling guilty but also confused. Why did you snap like that? What he did was surely just a small mistake, right? And he wasn’t too worried. He was sure that you would forgive him and come back to him. You always do. In fact, he was convinced that he could see you again the next holiday.

Halloween night, George had plans, so Fred was in charge of closing up tonight. Looking at the empty bowl of sweets on the counter, Fred thought about you. You always remembered to fill it up, especially around Halloween.

The autumn wind was getting cold, and he pulled his coat tighter as he walked outside. The kids on the street were all dressed up, going from door to door trick-or-treating. Fred remembered how you two and George would always go trick-or-treating together on Halloween since you were kids. Even after you all grew up, you would still drag him to go with you. But now he was walking alone in his business suit, on his way home. This moment he felt as if the kid inside him has left with you.

When he got home, he turned on the TV and started switching channels absentmindedly. You should be there, suggesting to watch a horror movie, but then deciding on something family-friendly. You would always try to have a Halloween movie marathon but end up falling asleep, lying on his shoulder. He found it adorable, but he never told you that.

Fred sighed as he laid back on the couch. This was the first Halloween without you.

Christmas morning, Fred walked downstairs, noticing something was different in the air. The Burrow was quieter. Sure, most of his family were already up and were gathered around the Christmas tree, chatting and laughing. But you weren’t there.

You weren’t there, showing up at the Burrow way too early in the morning. You weren’t there knocking on his door and waking him up using a cheerful, sing-song voice. He would always groan and tell you to give him five more minutes. But this year, when he woke up to the mechanical sound of the alarm clock, he really missed your cheerful voice.

Fred walked downstairs with everyone wishing him a Merry Christmas, but his eyes were searching the crowd for a glimpse of you that was just impossible to be found. This was the first Christmas without you.

New Year’s Eve, Fred and George were at the local pub’s New Year countdown party, along with the other boys. Just like usual, the boys had too much drink and passed out in the pub.

When Fred was only half-awake, he heard your voice calling him, “Freddie! C’mon, let’s get you home!” A soft smile appeared on his lips. You were back! He knew you would be back for the new year. He knew you wouldn’t leave him for too long.

You were always there to pick him up and carry him home after New Year’s party. He was always amazed at how you managed to carry him as he was taller than you, but you were always there for him. He just felt so lucky now to have you in his life, and seeing you in front of him made him smile like an idiot.

You were frowning seeing him lying on the floor, but you soon gave in when you saw that smile. You chuckled and whispered, “Happy New Year, Freddie.”

The soft smile stayed on Fred’s lips. He felt at home.

When Fred woke up again, he found himself lying on the floor of the pub. The pub was already empty. The boys were already gone. Someone must have picked them up, but there was no one for him. He finally began to realize that it was just a dream. You were still in America, and he was still a loser who’s lying alone on the cold floor on the first day of the new year.

Fred managed to walk out of the pub. The freezing wind was slapping on his face, trying to sober him up. He walked past a coffee shop. That was your favorite.

You were all he could think of now. Fred knew that you had a crush on him, but he always believed that it was just a stupid little childhood crush and it would fade as soon as you all grow up. He was just too familiar with you, and familiarity wasn’t what he thought he was looking for in romance.

But you were already in every part of his life. No matter where he goes or what he does, you were always there. But now you weren’t.

There was the first time Fred told a joke, and you weren’t the first to laugh. He loved the way you laugh, for it could always brighten up his whole day, but he never admitted it.

There was the first time he was humming a song, and you weren’t there to sing along. He loved your voice, for it could always calm him down, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

There was the first time when he realized that he needed you in his life.

The first time when he realized that he loved you more than he thought he did.

It was like muscle memory for him to remember everything about you, but he wasn’t even aware of that, and you obviously didn’t know too. Instead of showing you how much he loved and appreciated you, he just took you for granted because he thought you would never leave.

Fred dialed your number that night. He thought he might go crazy if he couldn’t hear your voice tonight. As he waited for you to pick up, he felt the inside of his stomach were all twisted together, but it was soon replaced by butterflies when he heard your voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N, it’s me, Fred,” he didn’t know why he stuttered, “S-so, I was wondering...do you know where is the photo of us at the station? It was your first year of school. Did you take it with you?”

“No, I gave it to George. Why?” He couldn’t tell your emotion through the phone. Were you annoyed? Or were you happy to hear his voice too?

“Oh, umm, nothing, just missing the old days.”

“Oh, okay...Anything else?”

There were so many things that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell you that he’s sorry and he missed you so much, but you sounded impatient. So all he managed to say was, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

There was a few seconds of silence; then he heard you reply, “Happy New Year, Fred.”

Hanging up the phone, Fred felt his heart sank. He hated how emotionless you sounded, and he knew he had to do something. Maybe he couldn’t convince you to come back to him, but at least he owed you an apology.

Valentine’s Day. Evening, you walked out of the building you worked in. It was on a wizarding street just like Diagon Alley, so it didn’t take you too long to adjust to the new environment.

The shops on this street were all having Valentine’s specials, and it reminded you of the Valentine’s specials of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Fred always had the most interesting and romantic ideas-you shook your head. You promised yourself not to think about him anymore.

A shop at the corner captured your attention. You’ve never seen this shop before. You looked for the name of the shop and the sign above read “WWW’.

Just when you thought you were losing your mind and associating everything with Fred again, the shop owner walked out.

Fred smiled when he saw you. The same beaming smile that had you head over heels for him for as long as you could remember. “Hi, I'm new here. Would you mind showing me around?”

A/N: Sorry if the ending feels a bit rushed! I felt like it made sense to end here so the reader could decide if she wants to forgive him or not.

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fandomscombine · 3 years

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It's the Lease I Can Do

Platonic! Weasley Twins x Reader

BG: The Weasley twins are so close to having their joke shop become a reality. They had found the perfect location but they had hit a minor problem that could cause them everything. You want to help, but how can you when they, the birthday boys themselves had given up?

a/n: I had this idea for a almst a year now and waited til ther twins bday to write it. I hope you enjoy.

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Fred and George causing a ruckus in the common room is a daily occurrence that everyone is accustomed to. However ever since the start of Year 7, the amount of commotion these two had caused can be counted in one hand.

At first glance, it could be attributed to NEWTS or in this year's case-to a pink toad acting as High Inquisitor. Still, more and more nights the twins had claimed the back corner of the common room.

The last remaining batch of students were making their way through Filch's checkpoint (an added security protection which also serves for Umbridge having a list of names on who comes in and out of Hogwarts). You glanced down at your watch- 2:27pm, they’re late. Weird, the twins never pass a chance to go to Hogsmeade.

You hear the castle door open behind you. Thank Merlin, you thought but instead you were greeted with a disheveled Angelina. “I’m coming! Wait!”

“Have you seen Fred and George?” You called as she ran past you.

“I think I saw them in the common room!” Angelina shouted back.

The common room? “What are they up to now?” You sighed. Stomping heavily up the stairs. “Ditching me….”

“Oi Weaslebees! I know you’re in here!” You rounded the corner of their secret spot. “AHa!”

You caught them red handed, midway into shoving papers into their “Weasley & Weasley'' Trunk. Though what they were hiding, you weren't exactly sure.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, grabbing onto your shoulders, effectively covering George and the table. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Narrowing your eyes at him. “Really?” Hands on hips you blatantly say “2:15 am, courtyard?? Ring any bells?” Fred shook his head.

Meanwhile George’s head shot up. “Oh shit, y/n we’re so sorry!”

Fred turned to his brother, still clueless on what the heck George was talking about.

Abandoning the trunk, George gave his twin a classic smack on the head. “Hogsmeade, you idiot! We were supposed to all go together.”

“OHHHH FU--” Fred knew he was screwed. “I’M SO SORRY! WE’RE SORRY.” Seizing the messy trunk, he strategized. “Right, here’s the plan: I’m gonna quickly drop this off back in the dorm while you two make your way to the gate. If you run, I guess you can make it. I’ll catch up with you two then.”

“Fred….. We’re not gonna make it” you argued.

“Not if we don’t try.”

“It’s almost 3, Filch would be closing the gates by now.” You sat down on Fred’s empty seat. “Besides we can go to Hogsmeade next time, we could just hang out here. I miss having my best lads around.”

“Awww…we’ve been upgraded from annoying pricks to best lads!” Gushed George, pulling you into a side hug.

“Yea, I could help in whatever it was you guys were doing before I came. I don’t mind.”

At that, you could feel George tense up, his arm around you dropping. “Uhhh…” He looked to the older twin, silently conversing.

You gaze between the boys, sometimes they get so caught up in their scheming that they don’t notice that to others, especially those who had known them for years that their non verbal communication is not so sly.

In the end, Fred gave his brother a subtle shake. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just put this back and we could play gobstones or something, anything you like.”

As Fred headed up to his dorm room, you noticed a piece of paper under the table. Picking it up, the header caught your eye. RE: Lease Agreement. Were the twins looking for a new home after graduation? You didn’t mean to pry. You were close friends, they would tell you if they were moving right? This is big news….you decided to brush it off until another line caught your attention. The shop premise located at Number 93 Diagon Alley. Shop? They are trying to set up shop? That’s brilliant! The twins would get to showcase their inventions to the world! You could feel your pride swell. Leasing Agreements would not proceed if tenants, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, are unable to provide an endorser by the date of 31st of March.

“Where’d you get that?” George standing across from you, gobstones on one hand and another pointing at the document. There’s no backing out now.

“It was under the table.” You explained. “I didn’t know you were this far along with the shop.”

“Yea, well it’s not happening now is it?”

“What?”

“Cmon y/n. I know you read it.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright. We aren’t getting the place anyway.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“No endorsers.” George stated matter of factly but you sense the pain in his voice.

“How about your parents surely-”

George laughed. “As if mum would suddenly have a change of heart. You knew how she disapproves of our inventions, calling it a waste.”

“Arthur then.”

“Mum won’t let him.”

“Anyone then?” George huffed in defeat. “How about me! I could back you up.”

“You have to be an adult with a proven financial stability.” He stated, effectively shutting you down. “Forget it y/n. The hold ends in 3 days. We’ve tried everything. Just don’t let Fred know that you know. He’s devastated. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“And no pity, sad eyes!” He added as footsteps are heard descending the staircase.

“But I suck at poker faces!”

“Then let’s hope that Freddie is distracted even to not notice.”

It’s been 4 days since you had sent the letter to your father.

“Dear papa,

I know that this is a huge favour to ask but I believe it would be worth your while.

So remember back in the summer when you caught Fred Weasley, George Weasley and me snooping around with the Extendable Ears but let us go because you were so enamored?

Well turns out the twins and trying to get a shop up and running! How amazing is that?

The only problem is that they need an endorser to back them up in order to proceed with the lease agreements. The are currently on hold for the Shop Number 93 in Diagon Alley until the 31st.

This is where the huge favour comes in. Could you please be their backer? You did say that you’d love to help in some part in their invention, be an investor of sorts. Please papa. I would love to do it myself but I have to wait a couple more months to qualify. Plus it’s their 18th birthday on April 1st. Imagine their surprise if it were to come through.

I’d love to hear from you soon, regardless of your choice.

Your favourite child

y/n.”

The twin’s 18th birthday was spent with absolute love and madness.

Lee had unloaded his stash of butterbeer and firewhiskey, Fred had slipped Angelina with one of their new prank inventions- which changes the person into a sickly color of vomit green, a perfect way to ditch class or events.

Upon learning that the color would last for a few days and would only fade with the ingestion of an antidote, antidote that George said they still had yet to create. Angelina (understandably) threw cake at them. The Gryffindor chaser with perfect aim, hits its mark. However, Fred using his beater skills, instinctively blocks the incoming cake.

Resulting in a wide splat zone. Fred’s arm was covered in frosting, having sprayed everyone around him in whipped cream during the impact. George wasn’t safe too, despite being across from Fred, the rebounce of the cake had made him the new target.

You had just changed into your pajamas when a tapping sound came from your window.

Your family owl, Lanny, was outside carrying a large yellow envelope.

Quickly letting him in, you gave Lanny a gentle pat and brought out some owl treats for the tired bird.

Unscrolling the note tied to his leg, you begin to read.

“My dearest y/n,

My sincere apologies for the late reply, it’s been quite hectic at work.

In regards to your favour, you need not worry. Everything is taken care of. I had met with the landlord of Number 93 Diagon Alley and had all the documents settled. I had also gone and checked to make sure the two lads aren’t being ripped off. Fred and George had picked a nice prime location.

Greet them a happy birthday for me alright? And tell them that I look forward to witnessing them succeed in their endeavors.

They would undoubtedly be bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times. The people would be thankful for them.

I also had Lanny bring the twins’ copy of the Lease Agreement.

I can’t wait to see you all soon.

Much love,

Papa.”

Fred was grateful that their friends had retired into the night, leaving him and George to sulk into the dreadful reality.

“We were this close Georgie, this close!” Fred winced, pinching his fingers close without touching.

“I know but there was nothing else we could have done.” consoled George but even he himself was having a hard time. Number 93 was the perfect location for their joke shop. But now it’s gone.They are back to square one, scouting for locations.

“Fred! George! There you are! I have great news!” You yelled, not caring if you could wake up the other students.

“Oi Y/N! Be careful!.” Even in a bad mood, Fred Weasley couldn’t help being protective.

You banged the envelope on the table. “Surprise! Happy Birthday! From papa and I.”

“Another gift?” wondered George.

“So you don’t want it then?” You challenged, crossing your arms. You tried to look intimidating but the pajamas weren’t doing any good. “Cause I bet a hundred galleons that you’d shit your pants if you were to reject it.”

“That confident eh?” Smirked Fred, taking the contents of the envelope out. “ What do you think is so grand that Georgie and I would---BLOODY HELL! Y/N!” Fred kept looking down at the paper and up to you, unbelieving.

“What is it Freddie?” asked George leaning over to read whatever it was that left his brother speechless.

Re: Lease Agreement

Mr. y/l/n has submitted his endorsement to Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley.

The turnover of the leasing property of Shop Number 93 Diagon Alley would begin on April 1st …..

“Oh My- Y/n? Is this real?” George whispered, afraid that if he were any louder this dream would end.

“Yes, absolutely, 100%.” You affirmed. “The shop is yours! Opff-”

George embraced you tight, catching you off guard. You could feel your right shoulder getting wet. “Heyya big guy, don’t cry.” Running a hand up and down his back.

“But how?” Fred with brows creased was still stuck in a trance, you could see the paper shake in his grasp.

“You left the agreement noticed a couple of days ago. I might have accidentally read it. George said to not let you know cause you might get angry-”

“YOu KNEW?!?”

“George only knew I saw the paper. Nothing else.” You defended. “I thought i might try and help, so I called in a favour with papa. You knew how much he was impressed with the Extendable Ear, so I mentioned if he wanted to back you up. I only got his reply just now, said he’d love to and got onto ironing out the paperwork and viola!” Pointing at the document. “Oh and he also said Happy 18th Birthday, looking forward to your success and the people would be thankful for bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times.”

“Thanks Y/n but this is a lot we can’t possibly-”

You cut Fred off before he could say more. “Oh please, you have done countless things for me. And I know what you’re gonna say- but see you would do the same for me. Besides think of this as your first investors. We want to help. We see your potential, we know you two, Fred, George, are gifted with bringing laughter and joy to people with your inventions."

"Thank you, truly y/n and to your dad too." Fred admitted, opening himself up. "No one's really backed us up with our inventions before, we've been always told off for being childish. It really means a lot."

“Hey, it’s the lease I could do.” You replied, causing the twins to chuckle immediately lightening up the mood.

It's great to see them relax again after weeks of stressing over the shop. Times might be changing but at least tonight, you got your best lads back.

Everything Taglist : @gruffle1

HP Taglist: @onlyfreds

#fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley #geroge weasley #fred weasley imagine #george weasley imagine #fred weasley fluff #george weasley fluff #weasley twins #weasley x reader #fred and george weasley #fandomscombine writes #fred weasley angst #george weasley angst

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gracesmusings · 3 years

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COMING SOON!

(As in next month 🥳)

Soulmate AU where every witch and wizard hears the voice of their soulmate when they turn sixteen.

Reader x Fred Weasley

Sneak Peak:

Thinking back, George's voice has always held a striking resemblance to her soulmates. She had toyed with the idea once or twice but her soulmate has a deeper undertone, he's more likely to shorten his words while George always seems to take extra time with his. Thinking about it now, Fred Weasley is known to be the vocal twin. Y/N's experience with the twins has been opposite of what most have experienced. When in her presence George spoke for both of them. A task he took very seriously.

How many cliche rom com novels has she read where she scoffed at the heroine's luck of being bonded to her long time crush? Yet now, here she is living in a brother's Grimm version of her own romance novel.

Hermione x Fred fan art (included in the header) by @upthehillart

#tvimh #gracewrites #sneak peak #fred weasley #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #Fred Weasley x reader #Harry Potter fanfiction #gracesmusings #damonwhitlock

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sleepyremu · 3 years

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my favorite linny headcanons

warnings // literally none except for tooth rotting cotton candy fluff

author's note // THE HEADER IMAGE I GOT FROM @hppacks also i live for linny more than i live for my own life

okay so we all most certainly know ginny is a little taller than luna but i give you

5'8 ginny and 5'4 luna.

come ON

luna has always been really good a braiding hair since she spent a lot of time practicing on herself

so sometimes she'll braid flowers into ginny's hair when she's bored

ginny finds it incredibly comforting

i feel like ginny isn't one for physical touch, since she grew up with brothers, but the braiding hair is just a good compromise between touch and distance

it makes ginny feel close to luna without violating any boundaries ginny has

ginny taught luna poker and now sincerely regrets it

whenever they play, luna always wins. literally always

ginny is constantly calling for a rematch and ends up losing a bunch of money to luna

ginny is terrible at baking. it's always a mess

"the oven forgot to remind me to take the muffins out, luna. why didn't it remind me to take the muffins out?"

she's surprisingly good at cooking though

chef ramsey? i only know chef weasley, thank you very much

luna? polar opposite

luna's baking is astronomical

oh just imagine weasley/lovegood family christmas

xenophilius lovegood and arthur weasley at christmas dinner is something i truly wish i got

luna always gets ginny weak in her stupid knees, especially when she's just being herself

ginny adores confidence, and whenever luna is unapologetically her, ginny finds herself falling for her all over again

ginny is always completely interested in whatever luna has to say

i mean, luna's got some pretty interesting things to say

IM SORRY BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE LUNA AT GINNYS QUIDDITCH MATCHES OMFG I CANT

she's always decked out in harpies gear, head to toe, foam finger and all

she's not a screamer, but an affirmative arm thrower and smiler

ginny shows her off all the time. all the dang time

ohmygawd i cant stop thinking of their moving photos that they have up in their living room

i bet they have a whole wall in their house dedicated to their favorite memories

ticket stubs, muggle polaroids, moving photos, posters, newspaper clippings, anything you could think of, it's on there

they're so perfect omfg someone get me a tissue i'm gonna start crying

#linny #harry potter series #harry potter imagine #harry potter #hp imagine #hp fandom #luna lovegood #loony lovegood #ginny weasley #ginerva weasley #fred and goerge weasley #weasley family #incorrect linny quotes #linny fanart #linny fanfic

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real-jane · 2 years

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charlie x hermione masterlist

charlie weasley x hermione granger stories by @real-jane

(Key: 🥵=smut, ⚡️=popular, 💋=my favs)

series:

Playing Cyrano (10/10, complete) 💋

T, when charlie’s younger brother ron joins the sanctuary to help train his cadets, charlie finds himself helping his own brother woo the one woman who could love him. (based on cyrano, astronomer!hermione, fluff, mistaken identities)

Unbearable (2 part, complete) 💋

T, charlie’s crush on a certain friend of his brother comes to a fever pitch at his little brother’s wedding. (coworkers, mutual pining, fluff)

oneshots:

Ampersand (T, engagement party, mutual pining, flirting, fluff)

Unexpected Champion (T, medieval au. knight!charlie, princess!hermione, tournament for her hand in marriage)

[I do not own header image, edited by me with Procreate]

my masterlist

#charlie weasley #hermione granger #charlie x hermione #charmione #charmione fic #charmione fanfic #charmione fanfiction #charlie weasley and hermione granger #charlie and hermione #charlie weasley x hermione granger

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fred-george-fic · 3 years

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In the Middle Pt. 19

George Weasley x Reader & Cedric Diggory x Reader (Previously)

~Masterlist~

A/N: I’ve decided to start using my header as my picture for this fic, I also went more of a book route with this chapter instead of the movie route (where the Burrow gets burnt down).

Summary: George, Fred and Y/N go to the Burrow for Christmas.

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Mentions of death, slight violence

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Christmas at the Burrow

The next few months passed by without anything eventful occurring at the shop. You managed to study and help out at the shop. George informed you in December that the store was to be closed on Christmas eve and Christmas day so that you all could spend quality time at the Burrow with the rest of the family. The twins and yourself ensured to go shopping before heading towards the Burrow, finding a blue witches hat for Molly as well as gifts for the others.

The three of you apparate to the Burrow and you ensure to say ‘Hello’ to the gnomes in the garden, which you always did when you visited. You knew they were pests, however they were fun to observe when you got the chance. George and Fred laugh as you lean over the fencing, the tips of your toes barely reaching the dirt below. You thought for a second, wondering if Charlie would be here, remembering the few times the two of you would sit out and watch the gnomes together.

The three of you walk into the house, taking account of all the people around, at least taking over the living room. A tall red-headed boy approached you with a wide smile, “Y/N!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s great to see you too, Bill,” You laugh, “I heard something exciting happened over the summer?” You and Bill always got along, as you did with all the Weasley’s. You saw him more around the Burrow when you were younger, but soon his career path took up most of his time.

“Ah, yes!” He said, motioning for Fleur to come forward, “I believe you remember, Fleur,”

“Eez good to see you again, Y/N” Fleur says, in her thick accent. “I am sorry about ze tournament,”

You give her a small smile, “Don’t worry about it,” Bill and Fleur go back to sitting by the fire as Molly comes into the room, pulling each of you into a hug.

“I am so glad you’re all here!” Molly exclaims, as she returns to frantically walking around the house. Ginny does the same, offering you all a quick ‘Hello’ before running off with her mother. The three of you walk into the kitchen to see Harry and Ron.

“-Fred’s left buttock –“

“I beg your pardon?” Fred says, as the three of you walk into the room, “Look at this, they’re using knives and everything!”

“Just you wait, I’ll be seventeen in two months and will be able to be magic for everything!” Ron yells as George and Fred both sit at the table and put their feet up.

“So, Ronald,” George begins, “What is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called Lavender Brown?”

“Mind your own business,” Ron says, cheeks turning pink.

“Is that why Hermione isn’t here?” You ask, mostly looking at Harry who gives you a look seeming like yes.

“What a snappy retort,” Fred says, “How did it happen?”

“What d’you mean?” Ron asks, looking at his brother with confusing,

“We just want to know; did she have an accident?” George asks.

“What?” Ron says, the expression only worsening.

“How did she sustain such extensive brain damage?” Fred laughs before his eyes go wide for a moment, “Careful now!”

Molly walks into the kitchen at the exact moment that Ron throws the knife he was using to cut sprouts at Fred, who flicks his wand and turns it into a paper airplane.

“Ronald Weasley!” Molly yells, “I better not see you throw a knife again!”

Ron just gave her a sour expression and mumbles something under his breath before returning to the sprouts.

“Fred, George, Remus is arriving tonight, so Bill is going to need to squeeze in with you two,” Molly then looks over at Harry and Ron, “You two boys are in the attic since Charlie isn’t coming home,” and finally at you, “Fleur will be sharing with you and Ginny,”

“That’ll make their Christmas,” Fred muttered under his breath. You shoot him a look at first and then roll your eyes.

“Ready to go George? Y/N?” Fred asks, standing up from the table.

“Where are you three going?” Ron asks, “Can’t you help us with these? You three can use your wands!”

“No, can’t do that,” Fred says, heading towards the door.

“Besides, I would recommend not throwing knifes at people who you want to help you,” George says, throwing the paper airplane at him.

After the two boys walk out of the kitchen, you flick your wand towards the sprouts, peeling them within a few seconds. “How about we surprise your brothers with a snowball fight?”

“Thanks Y/N!” Ron says, running out of the kitchen.

“Coming Harry?” You ask, looking at the boy who is still staring at the sprouts.

“I’ll be there soon,” Harry says. You give him a small nod and walk out to grabbing Ginny, Bill and Fleur on the way out. Once you step outside, you see Fred and George already teaming up to throw snowballs at Ron.

“Ron, you could’ve at least waited for us before provoking your brothers!” You laugh as Fred throws a snowball at Ron, almost hitting him.

“So, this was your idea!” George yells, throwing a snowball at you but missing and hitting Fleur.

“Ah, if a snowball fight ezz what you want, zen I must retaliate!” Fleur yells, creating a snowball and throwing it at the twins. Harry eventually comes out and hides with Ron, while you and Ginny take shelter elsewhere.

The snowballs continue to be thrown around by each of the teams. You and Ginny seem to be doing the best with the least amount of direct snowball hits on yourselves and a good amount on the others. You watch Ginny create a snowball to throw at Harry while you create one to throw at George.

“One, two, three... THROW!” You yell, each of you aiming at the boys and throwing. Yours lands directly on George’s head, snow covering his once bright red hair.

“I’ll get you for the Y/L/N!” He yells, leaving his cover and charging towards yours.

“Come and get me Weasley!” You yell, running from the cover away from George. You can feel the snowballs being thrown at the two of you by the others and you try your best to outrun him, but suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you down into the snow. The two of you land in a soft patch where the snow puffs up around you as the two of you laugh.

You can tell the others are no longer throwing snowballs at you, but now at each other as you and George lay in the snow away from them. George looks at you for a moment and takes in your appearance, with your pink nose and cheeks, snow caught in your hair, and wide smile. He kisses you then, deeply as you feel the coldness of his face melts in with yours.

You hear the crack of someone apparating nearby and the two of you look up, only to find Remus making his way towards the house. The others follow him in, chatting happily.

“Guess that’s our que to go in?” You ask, looking at George.

“Let’s just make ourselves a home out here and live out the rest of our days,” George says, slowly getting up from the snow.

“If we could do so, without freezing to death, I would take you up on that offer,” You laugh, taking George’s hand as he helps you up and the two of you walk back to the house, hand in hand.

Everyone was sitting in the living room listening to Molly’s favorite singer Celestina Warbeck, while playing Exploding Snap with Ginny, Fred and George. You kept hearing the music get louder, assuming it was an attempt to drown out Fleur’s excessively loud talking. You could see Harry talking to Arthur, while Remus was staring deeply into the fire.

Fleur looks over at you, as you sit with your back against the wall, legs thrown over George’s lap and cards in hand. You notice her looking at you and meet her eye with a small smile, only for her to blurt out a question you were not expecting, “Y/N, ‘ave you two considered getting married?”

Your eyes widen suddenly and the question gains the attention from most people in the room. You were unsure if Fleur was just curious or if it was an attempt to draw the attention away from Celestina Warbeck’s music. George also was speechless about the situation, staring at Fleur.

“I uh-“ You try to collect your words, not wanting to offend George, but also you hadn’t really thought about it.

“We haven’t had that discussion yet,” George says, looking over to you and offering your hand a squeeze. You smile at him with a thankful look. That seems to satisfy Fleur because she turns back to Bill quickly. You knew Molly was looking at you, trying to see if that was a possibility.

The music continues to play in the silence until Celestina ends on a high note and Molly sings along.

“Eez it over?” Fleur says loudly, “Thank goodness, zat was ‘orrible –“

“Nightcaps, anyone?” Arthur yells out, getting up, “Eggnog?”

Once he leaves the room, the four of you take some seats on the couch. Arthur comes by handing you and each of the twins an eggnog. You all were chatting excitedly until you suddenly heard Fleur begin singing one of Celestina’s songs, only to see the glare on Molly’s face. Everyone began to excuse themselves, leaving George, Fred, Ginny and yourself in the living room.

You yawn loudly, leaning your back against George, holding your cup in your hand. The question Fleur asked you earlier has been raddling in your head since they came out of her mouth. Mostly wondering if that was something you would consider or were even ready for. You look over at Ginny, who you assume was still down here to wait for Fleur to go to bed so she did not have to suffer through some idle conversation with her. George wraps his arm around you while he talks to Fred about something involving the shop and you make small conversation with Ginny as your eyes slowly drift shut.

You’re woken up a little later by George, who whispers softly as he tries to wake you. “Why don’t you head upstairs, love?”

“Too tired, I’ll take the couch,” You whisper back at him, curling into a ball in the spot George was once sitting. You see him smile at you before kissing you on the forehead.

“Alright, goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning,” He kisses you softly and you hear him go up the stairs and whisper a quick, “I love you” before climbing up.

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You woke up early Christmas morning and check the time reading 5 AM on the clock. There was something you wanted to do this morning and Fleur’s question the day before had only fueled the need.

You put on some shoes and a warm jacket and made your way out of the Burrow and head into a direction that you have only walked once before. You trudged through the snow, making your way up a beautiful hill before reaching a headstone, sticking out of the snow. You crouch down and brush the snow off revealing the name, Cedric Diggory.

You stand up, letting the light wind play at your feet and in your hair. You consider for a moment what would have happened if Cedric was still here. Would you two still be together? What would that have meant for you and George? Or even with Fred?

You look up at the sky and notice a few snowflakes coming down. You try and shake the thoughts and let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry Ced, I wish you were still here. But, I also need to move on and accept life for what it has given me,” You blink away the burning feeling that is occurring in your eyes. “Thank you for everything,”

You turn around and make your way back towards the Burrow, slowly stepping through the front door. You don’t see anyone right away, but you can hear voices coming from the living area.

“What do you mean she’s not in your room?” You can hear George’s voice, echoing through the wall. Slowly, you peak around the corner and notice him talking to Ginny, who’s standing there arms crossed.

“She never came in last night and all the bathrooms are occupied by other guests,” Ginny says rolling her eyes, probably meaning Fleur. “I’m sure Y/N is fine, George” Molly says, patting him on the shoulder, “Why don’t you help me with breakfast, so you’re closer to the front door?”

You smile for a moment, knowing George must be wondering where you were, especially since you never told anyone where you were going. Plus, Molly’s attempts to get George to help always makes you laugh. You take the final step around the corner and cross your own arms.

“I leave the house for a few hours and you’re already interrogating all of your family members?” You laugh, gaining their attention.

“Y/N!” George yells out, quickly closing the distance and wrapping you in a warm hug. You quickly bury your head in his chest, taking in his warmth. He takes a step back and holds your face in his hands, “You’re freezing, love,”

“It started snowing again,” You say with a small laugh, “It was beginning to get pretty cold.”

George opens his mouth, about to ask you a question, possibly about where you’ve been this whole time when Harry, Ron, Fred and Remus come down the stairs.

“Y/N, could you help with breakfast?” Molly asks, walking past the two of you and into the kitchen.

“Of course, Molly,” You look to George and give him a quick kiss, “I’ll talk to you later?”

He smiles at you softly, the worry seeming to leave his face a bit and nods his head, letting you follow Molly into the kitchen. You begin helping her with breakfast for a while and enjoy the rest of Christmas with the family. George doesn’t pry about where you went again as the two of you enjoy Christmas together and the three of you head back to the shop the next day.

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 3 years

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so i definitely don’t post things like this here on my blog, but i’ve been dying to talk about something important to me, and important to Hestia!!

it’s this (very) rough drawing-

Hestia’s pocket-watch! What was originally used as a plot device during one of my wonderful RPs with @queen-with-the-quill has become one of my favorite aspects of Hestia’s physical description, as well as her relationship with Tumblebrutus, since he was the one who found it and gave it to her!

I wanted it to be more than just a pocket watch, so I kind of ended up accidentally modeling it after that clock that the Weasley family has in Harry Potter?

So the pocket watch has symbols that represent the most important cats to her, the members of her (living) family.

so, going clockwise:

The rose: It’s Hestia’s symbol (inspired by the wonderful header that @platothefluffbutt made for me for her blog!), so that’s where the hands rest if she’s in the Junkyard with her family.

The sparkles: Mistoffelees, of course! I had to do his sparkles for his symbol, since his encouragement and happiness is what helps Hestia to push forward.

The scarf: Tugger, and I wanted to do something more unique to him, since multiple cats have spiked collars, so I went with the scarf that he has tied around his leg! I definitely imagine baby Hestia just sitting next to her dad gnawing on his scarf while he’s talking to other cats.

The bracelet: Tumblebrutus! He and Hestia have matching bracelets, with Hestia’s having a brown bead, and Tumblebrutus’ having a blue, to represent their eyes.

The book: One of Jubilee’s favorite books, and it definitely took me quite a while to decide which book to model her symbol after, but I thought that Peter Rabbit would be a good choice! @queen-with-the-quill

The heart: Sekhmet is the heart of the family. There, I said it, and it’s true, and anyone who doesn’t agree with me can fight me. She does keep her feelings and emotions to herself from time to time (hence the thorns).

The flame: Ares, since the very first thing that Hestia ever associated with her brother was the scent of ash, and is a scent that she still associates with him. But also, to Hestia, Ares is warm and kind to those he cares about, and protective. @dcjelliclequeen33

The moon: This represents the general Junkyard, though it can also represent Old Deuteronomy if Hestia focuses on her grandfather.

The silver hands on the clock help Hestia to know whether or not her family’s in the Junkyard. If she focuses on one of the symbols, the hands switch around. The red hand alerts Hestia of incoming danger, and the silver hands will point to whichever cat is in danger, or if the Junkyard and Jellicles are in danger. When nothing is happening, it rests on Hestia’s symbol.

The line written “when you’re walking alone” is the line from the opening song that I associate most with Hestia, as well as the line that I imagine her taking over once she’s old enough to join the Jellicles during the Ball. It also helps to keep her grandmother close, as it was once Grizabella’s line.

I’m hoping to write a short about this watch, and how Tumblebrutus gives it to Hestia, so stay tuned for that!

#hestia the hearth cat #jubilee the library cat #sekhmet the magic queen #ares the troublesome tom #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #tumblebrutus #tumbletta #cats the musical #cats the musical oc #this watch has been stuck in my brain since i started thinking about the short #i have so many ideas and hcs #me: *goes back to reread all the rps from when sek and ares met hestia*#also me: *welp time to get EMOTIONAL*#hestia rlly said *i'm saving my siblings with the power of hugs*

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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hi there! so i saw that you write about the mcu and dceu which is super cool bc i have this amazing idea of a story between me, the avengers, the guardians and the justice league (platonic ofc!) i was thinking about the three teams were preparing my birthday in a yard and while they are preparing everything, bruce banner is picking me up and him and i could get closer in a romantic way (mostly because he's my fav), and when i arrive everyone is suprising me and then we have a lot of fun 1/2

The Surprise Party | avengers, guardians, justice league fluff fic

Summary: Ignoring how they’re from different universes, the superheroes throw their friend an amazing surprise birthday party.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting & happy birthday!

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There was a reason why the Avengers, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and the Justice League didn’t all get together: with that many superheroes, in one space, chaos was bound to break out. That chaos could be, quite literally, anything. From Iron Man challenging the Flash to an arm wrestling contest to Aquaman attacking Groot when he thought he was an enemy. Long story short, it just wasn’t a good idea . . . Until they found out that besides saving the world, all three teams had one thing in common: Y/N Y/LN.

Y/N had, to everyone’s astonishment, been on all three teams. Born as a Metahuman, she had started out on the Justice League team. Then, on a solo mission, she accidentally entered a black hole and bam! she found herself in another universe, and quickly bonded with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Eventually, it was determined that the Guardians couldn’t help her return to her home world - or universe - so she bid them goodbye and sought out the Avengers.

Y/N was the reason they had met. The reason that they knew of each other's universes. Now, seeing as her birthday was rapidly approaching, she was the reason they were coming together once more. Each superhero had their own connection with Y/N and adored her. Batman and Captain America were like father figures while Black Widow, Mera, and Wonder Woman were her mother figures, Furthermore, Aquaman and Thor were her mentors, Starlord, Iron Man, and Superman were like her big brothers, Gamora and Scarlet Witch were like her sisters, and Falcon, Rocket, Groot, Hawkeye, and Drax were her best friends.

There was someone else who fit into Y/N’s life in an entirely different way, though. That was the Hulk, aka Bruce Banner, who Y/N had a growing crush on. Coincidentally, his role in their birthday surprise was to be the distractor. He’d take Y/N out and about, staying as far away as possible from the Avengers Tower, while the other superheroes set up.

As expected, the planning hardly went smoothly.

Tony and Barry got into another confrontation, this time over Y/N’s choice of music (which went on until Mera and Wanda butted in with the music Y/N actually enjoyed), Arthur began to get on Natasha’s last nerves, and Rocket almost started eating her cake . . . and that was only a bit of what happened in the first half of the day.

Meanwhile, Bruce kept Y/N occupied. He took her out to her favorite breakfast place and breakfast was on him and then they filled the day at a carnival park. Bruce happily accompanied her on all the rides she wanted to go on (despite almost Hulking out multiple times) and even won Y/N some stuffed animals by throwing rings. He even got her lots and lots of cotton candy and then let her ride on his back when she got a stomach ache. All in all, though, it was a fun time. So fun that Bruce almost forgot that they had a party to get to!

Which is exactly why he frantically texted the groupchat that they were on their way and had to practically drag Y/N away from wanting to go on the ferris wheel for the third time. When confronted with questions, the lie that there was an emergency mission slipped off the brunette’s tongue -- probably not the smartest lie because Y/N had declared weeks before that if there were any missions on the week of her birthday, she wasn’t going -- but it worked long enough to keep her distracted, even if she was too busy with pouting and grumbling.

As they got closer and closer, Bruce could barely contain his excitement. Not only had he had a fantastic game, he was about to spend the night partying with the woman he had a crush on and celebrating her birthday. Who knows - maybe he’d even ask her out?!

When they got there, Y/N was ready to march inside and suit up, but Bruce tugging on her arm made her stop. Ignoring her endless questions and cries of frustration, he took his time leading her through the tower and into the backyard so the superheroes would have time to hide. Bruce let Y/N go before him and the moment she opened the doors, everyone jumped out wearing party hats and yelled: “SURPRISE!”

To say she was surprised would be a total understatement. In fact, she was so surprised that she stumbled back, directly into the scientist, and with his quick reflexes he steadied her and lightly nudged her forward and out of her shocked state. She had let out the biggest gasp that any of them had ever heard, her eyes went wide, and her hands flew over her mouth.

Slowly, she walked forward, overwhelmed by the sight before her. Not only were all her teammates - her friends, even family - together, but the place looked amazing. There were streamers, a big sign saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY, balloons, even a fake throne that Tony and Bruce had constructed earlier that week!

“Oh-oh my god, you guys . . . Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cried out, jumping up and down.

Everyone smiled. “Of course, sweetheart,” Arthur said.

“Go sit on your throne - presents are up first!” Tony added.

Y/N immediately ran and jumped onto the big throne.

“Aren’t presents supposed to be last or something?” Clint muttered to Steve as they walked over.

“Yeah, but Tony keeps boasting on how good his present is,” Steve replied.

Everyone mingled on over there and Tony presented his birthday present, which was definitely over-wrapped, first. After the squeals she emitted, the others were next. Everyone had gotten her their own birthday present, but Arthur and Mera went over the top when they joined together with their powers to make Y/N something super special.

Afterwards, they spent the rest of the time absolutely PARTYING! They had a dance contest which JARVIS was the judge of and Y/N won, but the next round Y/N co-judged with JARVIS and they determined that Rocket and Barry were tied for first place, Peter and Clint tied for second place, and Bruce got third place. Then, they moved onto playing games (Y/N and Bruce teamed up and they CRUSHED everyone else, because they already had experience working together at the carnival that day) and finally, it was time for cake. Y/N got the biggest piece and, of course, Rocket and Arthur fought over the cake (Groot smacked them).

They partied until the sun came up, where everyone either fell asleep or had someone fall asleep on them. In the morning, everyone awoke, only to see Y/N still asleep, her head resting on Bruce’s shoulder and a blanket wrapped around them both. It was the most adorable sight they had ever witnessed and Bruce carried her to bed while Natasha took her shoes off. The superheroes left her to sleep in and she came downstairs a couple hours later, a breakfast full of waffles, pancakes, anything you could imagine waiting for her.

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writerdream22 · 4 years

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Hello everyone! This is my entry to @nebulablakemurphy 's 500 followers celebration (congratulations again! I'm sorry if I published this drabble later than expected). I decided not to put my usual header so that this piece can be distincted from the others. Lately I've been having some trouble writing stuff, but I hope you all like what I wrote, even though it's a little short! ✨

pairing: Fred Weasley x reader, George Weasley x reader (platonic)

prompts used: “Are you going to eat that?” and “Apparently there’s a bet going around”

warnings: none. There might be some grammatical errors since English is not my first language.

In my fifth year at Hogwarts, my school had been chosen to house the Triwizard Tournament. Two other Wizarding institutes participated to it, and some of their students along with their headmasters had come to stay.

Hogwarts had never been a more cheerful and happy environment than in that moment. Everyone was excited by the arrival of the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students, who were admired by all.

Some of us started sneaking out of the dorms, to meet up with the visitors, while others started doing strange (sometimes even dangerous) challenges to provocate the Durmstrang boys.

My boyfriend, Fred Weasley, and his twin brother George had decided to participate at the Triwizard tournament but miserably failed. To be honest, I had fun watching a very old version of themselves fight and blaming each other on their failure.

One morning, I had walked into the great hall for breakfast later than usual. I didn't really know what to expect, but as soon as I sat down, I noticed the Weasley twins holding sandwich bread in their hands. Scattered around the dining table, there were lots of unusual ingredients which did not seem to be those used for a normal sandwich.

“Fred. George. What in Merlin's beard are you doing?” I asked the two boys “I mean, are you going to eat that? I love sandwiches, but what you're preparing doesn't seem like one at all ”.

“Apparently there's a bet going around” Fred answered me, putting what seemed red pulled pork between his two slices of bread, then topping it with a green, gooey sauce.

“We need to prepare a sandwich with some exotic ingredients, and eat it.” George added “Fred's is the better looking, for now. I'll make something so breathtaking that you'll need to eat a dozen of mints”

“I must say, this looks absolutely delicious, love” I remarked, looking at Fred's creation “But it's not safe for you, and George as well, to eat that abomination. You'll get sick”

“Then we'll come out as winners! We will eat this like it's a chocolate cake, or a milkshake, your favourite! Don't worry, love. We're absolutely going to eat these sandwiches”

“Yeah, sure thing” I muttered.

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vivianweasley · 3 years

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Pride and Prejudice (Chapter 6)

Summary: Your father is Lucius Malfoy’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley.

Last Chapter! (I combined the last chapter and the epilogue cuz they are not too long.)

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: food mention, mention of divorce, people pretending to choke, proposal.

Word Count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: photos used in the header are from Pinterest. Credit goes to the original owners.

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on any platform! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

Pride and Prejudice Series Masterlist

Fred walked downstairs, noticing a faint smell of apples in the joke shop. “So are we selling apple juice now, Georgie?” he joked.

But George looked confused, “What apple juice? I could only smell caramel-” And then the answer finally came to George, “Amortentia!”

Fred followed George to the shelf displaying amortentia and immediately realized a firecracker just exploded next to this shelf, causing at least four bottles of amortentia to break and the love potion inside to spill.

George waved his wand and cleaned up the mess, but a satisfied smirk soon appeared on George’s lips, “Strange. Didn’t know you liked apples this much.”

“Shut up and go back to work!” Fred raised his voice, covering for the fact that he’s a complete mess now.

That fainting smell of apple that’s still lingering in the shop also had a dash of the scent of book pages in it. And this combination could only remind Fred of one person.

You.

The person whom he married out of a dare. The person who he fell in love with during the process. The person who just walked out of his life.

George noticed the change in Fred’s expression. How defeat was now written all over his face. “Mate, you need to do something. You can’t just let her walk away like that.”

“What can I do?” Fred sighed, “Maybe she’s been waiting for this all the time.”

George sighed with Fred. This wasn’t like his brother. Soon the lingering smell of amortentia caught his attention, and a brilliant idea popped into George’s mind. “She has feelings for you too, and I can prove it to you!”

You pushed open the door of the joke shop. George just called you claiming that there’s an emergency, so you rushed to the joke shop immediately after work.

George approached you with a small glass vial, “Y/N, this is the new perfume I just made. I need your opinion.”

So this is the emergency??

You looked at George, couldn’t decipher what his smile meant. But you did know one thing. In fact, everyone who went to school with the twins should know the rule: be careful of what they handed to you. So you stepped away from that vial and asked with caution, “When did the joke shop start selling perfume?”

“Oh, we are always trying to expand our business,” George noticed how you became alert, so he added, “I swear to Merlin, this is not a prank!”

Still finding his smile suspicious, but for Merlin’s sake, you still decided to take the vial.

“Does it smell good? What does it smell like?” George asked carefully.

“Hmm...” The perfume did smell very good. You could smell the sweetness of cinnamon, a dash of gunpowder, but it also smelled so familiar. It smelled like...Fred’s cologne? “George, I’m pretty sure someone else has already made a perfume like this.”

“Really? How so?” George felt his heart beating at his throat, so scared that you might say another person’s name.

“Isn’t this just Fred’s cologne?” You were finding this unbelievable. How could George not recognize his own twin’s cologne?

“Oh really!!” Hearing a definitive answer from you has made George so happy that he pulled you into a hug. “Got it! Thank you for your opinion! You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome...?” Watching George being so happy that he could start dancing at any minute, you were beginning to think that the chemicals in the perfume were toxic. How could making a plagiarized perfume make a man so happy?

Two days later, you apparated to the joke shop again. It was raining outside. Maybe the weather was trying to set the tone for what was about to happen next. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door of the twins’ apartment, the apartment that you called home for the past year.

Fred opened the door, letting you in without saying a word. You tried not to look at him so you could appear indifferent and won’t be affected by his expressions.

“Here’s the divorce document,” you said as you took out all the paper in your bag. He took the documents and flipped through the papers quickly, still not saying anything at all.

You couldn’t tell if his silence meant he’s also not ready to say goodbye or he just had nothing to say to you. But you tried not to overthink as you continued, “Oh, before you sign it, you still have one wish left. What do you want me to do?”

“What if I said,” he finally looked at you, his eyes capturing yours, “I don’t want you to go?”

His words were like a drum in your ears, rendered you speechless. Before you could fully process what he just said, Fred continued, “It might sound crazy, but for the past few days, I realized I just couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore. I know I’ve lived 20 years without you perfectly fine, but now that I’ve had you in my life, I don’t ever want to live without you again. I know I could be insensitive sometimes, and I probably did something stupid that made you mad in the past year, but I’m willing to change if you tell me to.”

“All I’m trying to say is,” he took a deep breath and continued, “Please allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. And please don’t divorce me.“

You finally let out a soft laugh. That’s Mr. Darcy’s line in Pride and Prejudice. You remembered reading this part to him during Christmas, and you couldn’t believe that he actually memorized this line.

Fred panicked when you weren’t talking, “But of course, if you really want to, I wouldn’t stop you. I-“

“You know, you don’t have to use your last wish on this,” you stopped him, “I was going to say yes anyway. But If you insist, that won’t be a problem with me.”

Fred’s eyes widened as he processed your words, “Wait, does that mean-“

You answered his question by pulling him down and pressing a kiss on his lips. He was shocked by your sudden action but soon kissed you back with his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer to him.

So this is what it feels like to kiss him, and it’s so much better than how you’ve imagined it would be. It started a soft kiss but soon became more passionate, as if you were making up for all the time you two spent on being oblivious.

“Should’ve done this earlier.” A smirk appeared on Fred’s lips when you finally pulled away.

“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were still heated.

He chuckled before giving you another soft peck on the lips. His hands were still resting on your waist.

“And you’re still this idiot’s wife.”

～(warning: people pretending to choke, food mention)~

“Y/N, there’s a Mr. Weasley looking for you,” the receptionist raised her eyebrows and smiled at you.

“Thanks! I’ll be done in a minute!” You quickly finished the last sentence and looked at Luna from across the table with your puppy eyes.

She chuckled, “Alright, you can leave early today.”

“Thanks, Luna, you’re the best!” You flicked your wand to pack up your bag before running to the door.

“Tell Fred I said hi!” you heard Luna’s voice behind you.

“I will!”

A month after your fake marriage ended, you quit your job at Whizz Hard Books. You didn’t want to work in a place that wouldn’t accept who you really are.

Ginny introduced you to Luna Lovegood and The Quibbler. You immediately fell in love with the whimsical ideas and style of The Quibbler, and Luna gave you a new job as you two hit it off very quickly. So this is where you work now. No need to hide your background and use a fake last name. This place accepted you for who you are.

Fred was at the door, opening his arms when he saw you running to him. “Happy one-year anniversary, darling!”

You giggled as you ran into his arms, “and this time, it’s real.”

“Yep,” he pressed a kiss on your forehead, “ready?”

You nodded, and the next second you two apparated to your favorite restaurant.

The dinner was delicious, and for dessert, Fred ordered your favorite cake. But when you were enjoying the cake, you suddenly felt something hard inside. This was extremely dangerous, for you could’ve swallowed it if you weren’t paying attention. You were just about to complain when you finally realized what it was.

It’s a ring!

You were surprised. Was Fred trying to propose? But last time you checked, you two were still legally a married couple.

But this also seemed like what he would do on your one-year anniversary. You were sure he was waiting to see your surprised face, and an idea soon came to you.

You pretended that you were trying to pick up your spoon because your elbow “accidentally” swept it down on the floor a few seconds ago. When you were sure Fred couldn’t see you, you slid the ring on your finger. Then you got up and took another bite of the cake like nothing out of the ordinary happened.

A few seconds later, you started coughing. Your brows were furrowed as your hands reached for your neck like you just choked on something.

Fred was freaking out, knowing that he’s the reason behind all this, “Darling, are you alright?”

The only response you could produce was a few glottal sounds and you looked like you were almost crying.

Fred ran to you as fast as possible. He wanted to help, but he had no idea what to do as his brain was in an absolute mess now. The only thing he could manage to do was apologizing again and again, “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have done that. Baby, I’m so sorry…”

The noise you two were making attracted the other customers’ attention, and you saw a waiter approaching you with his wand, trying to help. You knew it’s probably time to stop this prank.

“Are you talking about this?” You finally stopped acting and waved your left hand in front of him.

Fred’s expression froze, still trying to recover from the terror of accidentally hurting you. After a few moments, he finally realized, “Wait, does that mean…”

“YES!” You chuckled.

Fred’s furrowed brows finally unfolded as a bright smile appeared on his lips. He picked you up and spun you around, “She said YES!”

The crowd around you was clapping and cheering while your husband was cheering himself as well.

You giggled, “Freddie, you know we never went through with the divorce, right? So technically, I’m still your wife.”

“I know, darling, but I figured that I owe you a proper proposal,” he said while pressing multiple soft kisses on your face, “Plus, I just want to make this official. I love you, darling.”

“I love you too,” You smiled as your lips found his again, “I love you most ardently.”

A/N: I can’t believe I really finished this series asdfgfgjk Thank you guys so so much for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking this series. I can’t tell you how much your support means to me❤️

Series Taglist: @ifilosemyselfagain @theweasleytwinsgirl @bookworm06 @unabashedbookscollector @txtdreamss @sagittarius-flowerchild @rsheridan @ovrwd @anywherebuthere @allaroundaddict @jeminila @secretsofageek @magical-spit @freddieweasleyswife @lilypad-55449 @hufflepuffzutara @honey-honey-5644 @kyloren-peterparker @treblebeth @kyloren-peterparker @fred-sux @rodrickmalfoy @liliputbahn @its-yasbxtch @daydreamgirl8 @305weasley @awritingtree @lucymfer @bberree @malfoy-wife15 @weasleyxmalfoyxstyles @justfollowtheroad @nojamsonmytoast @amc723

(If your name is bolded, Tumblr wont let me tag you. And I’m really sorry if I forgot you!)

(General taglist in reblogged post cuz it can’t fit in one post)

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trippy-xylophone · 3 years

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I’ve been tagged

tagged by @maddingcrowd thanks my mutual buddy 😍

1. Why did you choose your url? // Trippy was my childhood nickname and Weasley because I was a huge harry potter fan growing up!

2. Any sideblogs? // I have my art blog but I dint really use it anymore nothing ever got any notes 😥

3. How long have you been on tumblr? // Before 2012 at least but that was back when my brother an I shared an account, we each got our own in 2014 I think?

4. Do you have a queue tag? // YES, when I remember anyway haha its #iknowhowtoqueueimbritish

5. Why did you start your blog originally? // Because this website is hilarious

6. Why’d you choose your icon? // That be my face 😘

7. Why’d you choose your header? // That be my art 🥰

8. What post of yours has the most notes? // I think a pretty selfie got quite a few at one point? Can’t remember 😅

9. How many followers do you have? // 500ish I’m not one of the greats... yet

10. How many people do you follow? // about 300ish? A LOT of artists

11. Have you ever made a shitpost? // Naw I’m more of a lurker, gotta give notes to the people with comedic talent!

12. How often do you use tumblr each day? // 3+ hours haha I literally spend all my breaktime on here when I'm at work

13. Have you ever argued with another blog? // Nope, I’ve got some weird anons tho, I just don't have the energy to argue with you I'll just ignore it and If I find out i’m following a terf or a trump supporter I've just silently unfollowed them...

14. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this post”? // If its actually good sure. It depends I dont do the guilt trippy ones tho

15. Do you like tag games? // ALWAYS! It feels like a long distance hug/chat with the mutuals (✿◡‿◡)

16. Do you like ask games? // AS I said YES!!!

17. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? // defo @rainbowsvomit and @toast-gh0st has made quite a few funny viral memes and shitposts 😆

18. Do you have a crush on a mutual? // Naw I don't think i’m on here enough to get a feel for people... But if anyone wants to date me yes please 😄

that was so fun! I’m tagging @toast-gh0st @arts-and-maths @invisibletripwire @thatiswhy @robotnikholmes @catboyarcher @the-golden-trash-can-tm @lupathetitan my most active mutual friendos go forth!!

Anyone else can do it as well if you like (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ xxx

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vaspider · 5 years

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New & Updated Intro Post

My intro post is now incredibly outdated, so, here’s an entirely new one. Let’s start with a few important updates:

If you like what I do? Consider hiring me, consider buying something from NerdyKeppie (the shop I own with my spouse - we do custom work!), consider buying me a coffee or becoming a Patron or tossing some money in my PayPal tip jar.

I am a disabled, queer, fat, Jewish non-binary butch whose entire income is derived from selling Quality Queerwear via our company NerdyKeppie (we also offer patches of all sorts, nerd gear, etc -- if you don’t see it, ask!), Patreon (queer fiction for a dollar) and freelance work. Please consider supporting me if you like what I do!

Yes, I used to identify as femme and in 2018 I came out as butch and forgot to update my intro post for like a year. So, yes, at one point I identified as femme, largely due to social pressure and trying to be something I wasn’t. 2018 is the year I claimed my butch soul, and holy shit, I’ve never been happier. This is not an indication of me not understanding butch and femme - it’s an understanding that no matter how old you get, you are constantly on a journey to understand yourself better. Or, at least, you should be.

At one point I identified as pansexual as well as bisexual, and I like the header art with the pansexual flag in it which was made for me years ago, so even though I no longer identify as pansexual, I’m keeping it until I find something I like better. You’d think I wouldn’t have to explain all this but people love picking at these things.

No, I am not going to debate the history or meaning of butch and femme with you or anyone. The links are in my header.

If you’re here to hateread, do yourself a favor and don’t. That’s just not healthy. And for the love of G-d, stop linking to my posts. I can see your posts, y’all; I have a site tracker. It’s just awkward and kind of sad.

Okay, so anyway.

Radfems, TWERFs, SWERFs and REGs/Exclusionists are explicitly not welcome here, and I do not want my family stories or life used for your politics. I block all of these categories, full stop. Radfems & TWERFs/TERFs deny the essential humanity of myself and my daughter and Exclusionists are just sort of painfully clueless about community history and what the community actually looks like offline. if you self-ID as one of those, please save us all the trouble and just don’t. If you’ve reblogged one of my posts and added something about how this proves one of your points, please pretend you respect other people and take it down.

If you are here because you don’t understand the post about the dog that attacked me, or its point, either legitimately or because you don’t really want to get it & want to argue with me about it, tell me I need to get counseling for my fear of dogs, tell me I’ve compared men to dogs, please go read seananmcguire explaining the post to someone who already sent me an ask about it. That pretty much covers why the post exists. Also you should buy and read Seanan’s books.

Also, also, all of the stories about @seananmcguire you’ve heard are probably true if they’re bizarre or funny. Especially the one about the lizard and the one about the frog.

If you’re here to tell me my views on asexuality & the queer community are wrong or that stuff I lived through & you weren’t born yet for is ‘ahistorical,’ go away. This blog is explicitly anti-gatekeeping for the Not-Straight Club.

If you’re here about the post about my great-grandmother, I kind of don’t have it in my heart to answer all the sad family stories. If you shared a family story on that post, thank you. If you want to use it to make some sort of gross radfem point about marital rape or some comment about how my great-granddad should have learned to pull out, I’m gonna block you without answering you. Don’t be gross.

If you’re here about the tiny house post, please read the notes, I’m not gonna explain it again.

Anon is never turned on, but if you ask me not to publish an ask, I won’t. Please remember to put that in the ask.

So here’s some stuff you should know about me:

I’m older than large portions of Tumblr, and in a fair number of cases I’m probably twice your age or more. If that’s a problem, I really am not offended if you aren’t cool with interacting with me. Age can be a powerful unbalancer in social relationships. I AM going to get annoyed if you start ‘explaining’ stuff I lived through to me and insisting you know my history better than I do.

Since it bears repeating one more time: I’m not interested in interacting with TWERFs, SWERFs, or ace-exclusionary queers. I’ve been Out for nearly 30 years & I really have no desire to argue my lived experience with anyone. I explicitly reject the term SGA.

My immediate family consists of my spouse @dadhoc, our beloved @apocalycious, my teenage daughter @mistresskabooms and stepson, my adopted son Owl, and DadHoc, MK and I’s 3 dogs: Lyudmila Pupperchenko (Mila), Captain Malcolm Reynolds (Cap), and Ser Davos Seawoof (Davos).

My brother’s band is Downtrodder and you should listen to them, because they’re awesome.

No one in my immediate family is cis or het. I have been called Spider for 20+ years, & now a lot of people call me Mama Spider.

In this house we understand that Ally is a verb, and it’s possible to be antagonistic toward a marginalization that you possess. Internalized transphobia, ableism, etc. are hellacious things to uproot. In this house we try to stay in our lanes & we understand call-outs while being aware of the toxic parts of call-out culture. Be cool to teenagers: you were one, and yes, the shit you said was just as stupid. You don’t win points for browbeating a teenager over an idea, you just look like a jerk.

I used to have a lot of paragraphs here about specific beliefs of mine, but really: Ally is a verb, intersections matter, capitalism is broken and cannot be fixed. I understand the difference between a bolt of linen and four shirts and believe that labor is entitled to all it creates. My class is ‘petit bourgeois,’ as I have seized the means of my own production.

If you screw up and you say something that hurts someone, say you’re sorry, and try not to do it again. It’s not that hard! Don’t tell them they shouldn’t be hurt. This goes double if it was an accident. “I didn’t know that was offensive, I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll be more mindful in the future.” See how easy that is? That’s how we do in this house.

I’m bisexual, non-binary, disabled, neurodiverse, and don’t want pity or to hear how sorry you are for either of those last two things. Being autistic is just fine, and it didn’t happen because I was vaccinated. I have PTSD and GAD, and I live with both of them. They’re terrible roommates but I’ve got used to them. I’d like it if people would just stop throwing shade at the invisibly ill when we park in handicapped spots – I’m missing part of my spine, for fuck’s sake – and playing Oppression Olympics will get you stern looks and no dessert.

In this house we do nerd culture, there are no fake geek girls, and we understand that women invented masked superheroes (The Scarlet Pimpernel), science fiction (Mary Shelley), the modern novel (Jane Austen), dystopia fiction (Mary Shelley again), computer programming (Ada Lovelace and the ENIACs, which is my new band name), and got Star Trek on the air (Lucille Ball).

If I didn’t cover it, assume if it involves being a jerk or punching down, I’m not okay with it.

If it involves dogs being adorable, otters, mermaids, spiders, most of the major fandoms Tumblr loves (I can’t get into Supernatural, sorry, I tried), or people doing awesome shit, I am definitely here for that.

I am a Social Justice Paladin. I tank trolls. I used to think I was a Rogue, but, yeah, I tank trolls.

About six months ago, someone started calling me the ‘Non-Binary Regent of Summer,’ and I ran with that like an Olympic torch. Yep. It me.

@hypoallergeniccuddles thinks I’m secretly Mrs. Weasley.

That may be true also. If so, please remember what happens when you fuck with Molly’s children.

Welcome. Supper is at seven, the Wizard Home will make a room for you if you need it.

This post will be repeated a few times over the next few days so everyone sees it. <3 Thanks. I’m glad you’re all here.

#faq #byf

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