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Why every single emotion and outburst Harry James Potter had during Order Of The Phoenix was justified: A 400 page essay by me

“The whole point of keeping the school open at this time is for you to receive your education. The exams will therefore take place as usual, and I trust you are all revising hard.”

— Happy birthday to Minerva McGonagall

New Master List Organisation

Thanks to Tumblr essentially looking at my list of fics and saying “ahaha no way, get a hobby u spammer”, I have spent several hours reorganising my master list between bouts of crying and wondering why I spend so much time on something I don’t get paid for. 

For those of you that can access my blog proper, you will now see three tabs at the top, where my ficlets are organised. Below are the quick links and little summaries:

Canon and Post-Canon 

Usually Harry centric, but other POVs too, these ficlets are set at any time between Harry living with the Dursleys up to the birth of James. Head to this tab if you want some canon-compliant, usually Harry centric character exploration. This is where the most stuff is. 

Next Gen 

From the birth of James onwards, this is where to go if you want more stuff on Teddy and Vic, James causing havoc and raising his father’s blood pressure, Hugo being awkward, some Scorbus softness, Lily being sweet but deadly, etc. 

Marauders

Are you too happy? Do you want to read something fluffy and sweet and then suddenly realise at the end that oh my god they’re all dead and Harry will never know about just how loved he was or how hilarious his parents were? Click on this tab for sweetness so bitter you won’t know how to feel. 

As usual, this all comes with the caveat that none of these lists can open in the tumblr app, which annoys me as much as it annoys you. For some mobile devices, there is a way around it to open it in a browser, but for the rest of us it’s laptop only, I’m afraid. Also apparently Tumblr can just strip out ALL OF YOUR LINKS at any time, so, uh, save your favourites, I guess? 

If you spot any missing or broken please send me a personal message with the link NOT an ask about it.

Happy reading. 

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Jace stepped forward first, in a gear jacket printed with golden runes, and held out a hand to Alec. “I stand as suggenes to Alexander Lightwood,” he said with pride. Magnus felt about Jace the way he had felt about many Shadowhunters over the years, Fairchilds and Herondales and Carstairs and others: fondness and faint exasperation. But in moments like this, when Jace’s love for Alec shone true and untrammeled, he felt only gratitude and affection. Alec took Jace’s hand and they began to walk the pathway of light. Magnus made to follow them, warlocks having no tradition of suggenes—a companion to the altar—but Catarina stepped forward, smiling, and took his arm. “I fought our mutual green frenemy for the privilege of escorting you,” she said, indicating a fulminating Ragnor with a tilt of her head. “Come on, now—you don’t think I’d let you approach the altar alone? What if you got cold feet and ran off?” Magnus chuckled as they passed by familiar faces: Maia and Bat, Lily wearing a tipsy crown of flowers, Helen and Aline whistling and clapping. Helen had a blue band around her wrist as well as gold runes on her clothes; so did Mark. “My feet have never been warmer,” Magnus said. “They’re positively toasty.” She smiled at him. “No doubts?” They had reached the end of the lighted path. Alec stood waiting, Jace beside him on the platform. Behind them was the ocean, stretching out silvery-blue as Magnus’s magic, all the way to the horizon. Their closest friends ringed the platform—Clary with her arms full of blue and yellow flowers, Isabelle carrying Max and sniffling back tears, Simon alight and smiling, Maryse with Rafe by her side: he looked solemn, as if aware of the significance of the occasion. Jia Penhallow stood where a priest would stand in a mundane ceremony, the Codex in her hand. They had all donned shawls or light jackets of silk, runed in gold; silk banners hung suspended in the sky, printed with runes of love and faith, commitment and family. Magnus glanced down at Catarina. “No doubts,” he said. She squeezed his hand and went to stand beside Jia. There was a second ring around the platform: The Blackthorns and their friends were all there, clustered in close. Julian smiled his slow quiet smile at Magnus; Emma glowed with happiness as Magnus crossed the wooden platform and took his place opposite Alec. Alec held his hands out, and Magnus took them. He looked into Alec’s blue eyes, the precise color of his own magic, and felt a great calm descend over him, a peace beyond all other peace he had ever known. No doubts. Magnus didn’t need to search his soul. He’d searched it a thousand times, ten thousand, in the years he’d known Alec. Not because he doubted, but because it shocked him so much that he didn’t. In all his life, he had never known such surety. He had lived happily and had no regrets, he had made poetry out of wondering and wandering, had lived untethered and gloried in freedom. Then Magnus had met Alec. He had felt drawn to him in a way he couldn’t have explained or anticipated: He had wanted to see Alec smile, to see him be happy. He had watched Alec turn from a shy boy with secrets to a proud man who faced the world openly and unafraid. Alec had given him the gift of faith, a faith that Magnus was strong enough to make not just Alec happy, but a whole family happy. And in their happiness, Magnus had felt himself not just free, but surrounded by an unimaginable glory. Some might have called it the presence of God. Magnus just thought of it as Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Queen of Air and Darkness - Magnus and Alec’s wedding scene 1 (via magnusbane-aleclightwood)

Was this really necessary?- she says as her heart shatters into a million pieces

“young!james potter” lol as if he ever got old

A song for a heart so big, God wouldn’t let it live.

Practical Shakespeare Quotes

Do you want to quote more Shakespeare in your life but never find opportunities to say “brevity is the soul of wit”? Do you rarely hang below balconies exchanging love vows with the daughter of your enemy? This is just the list for you. “What an ass am I!” —Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2 “I am not a slut,” —As You Like It, Act 3, Scene 3 (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) “Hell is empty and all the devils are here,” —The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2 “Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways,” —Henry IV Part 2, Act 4, Scene 5 “This is the excellent foppery of the world,”

–King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

“Making the beast with two backs,” —Othello, Act 1, Scene 1 “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool,” —As You Like It, Act 5, Scene 1 “To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee,” —Henry VI Part 3, Act 3, Scene 2 (Works great for courting hot widows.) “I would rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me,” —Much Ado About Nothing, Act 1, Scene 1 “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me,” —Richard II, Act 5, Scene 5 “Marry, sir, in her buttocks.” —A Comedy of Errors, Act 2, Scene 5 (No judgement here.) “My horse is my mistress,” —Henry V, Act 3, Scene 7 (Uh, there might be something wrong with that.) “Thou dost infect my eyes,” —Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2 “Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit,” —Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5 (“Wit” is Shakespearean slang for penis.) “[Wine] provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance,” —Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 3 “I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, than feed on cates and have him talk to me in any summer-house in Christendom,” —Henry IV Part 2, Act 4 Scene 1 “Now, gods, stand up for bastards!” —King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2 “Villain, I have done thy mother!” —Titus Andronicus, Act 4, Scene 2 (This means exactly what you think it does.) “And thou unfit for any place but hell,” —Richard III, Act 1, Scene 2 “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers,” —Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 2

“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.” —Othello, Act 4, Scene 2

“Out, dunghill!” —King John, Act 4, Scene 3 “This is too long.” —Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

The Marauders as Dads

stop ugly crying. it’s unbecoming.

James Potter:

Sirius Black:

Remus Lupin:

Peter Pettigrew:

Jake & Amy + Chandler & Monica - parallels