My Friend Wrote A Paper On Tlt Concerning Gender, Queerness, And Ecofeminism And It Broke My Brain

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my marauders hot takes:

- fav romantic ships are prongsfoot, jily, jilypad, quillkiller, and marylene

- i dont think james would hate sirius after the prank

- remus is the last person to be a casanova (that was james, sirius, and mary)

- i looove the characterization of the marauders as the best friendship quad ever but we forget it was described in the books as “james + sirius… and their two side kicks” (obv they still became animagi for remus so he was very close to them, but sirius and james were always the main duo)

- i dont believe in “young peter was a different person,” he was always a coward that gravitated towards the most powerful person (in hogwarts that was james/sirius’ popularity, in the war that was voldemort)

- remus was not the smartest marauder (in their year the smartest students were sirius, james, and lily)

- ik it birthed the fandom, but i dont really like wolfstar that much

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64306042

I did it! :)

I’m planning an au fic where Maysilee wins the 50th hunger games 🤭 it’ll centre around life as a mentor, up until the end of the 74th games

and she’s also a lesbian in it duh

fr im not excusing their actions i just loveee when they’re evil and hot

i want my hot characters to get WORSE

people who like and excuse evil female characters purely because they're women are weird and gross can you even pretend to be normal ??

saving these for later this is amazing

long prongsfoot fic recs when

AHH so so many prongsfoot fic recs, these are my favs ever (in no particular order) 💖💗🤸‍♀️💝👾

- Sorry I'm late by LovelyMasks (58k, E)

- and a love that I dreamt of came to me at my worst by Graceless_Lady (90k, E)

- Supernova by SiriuslyASorceress (86k, M)

- Object Permanence by Nyx_21 (230k, M)

- In The Dark by SnarkyMagpie (72k, E)

- Love Me Like My Demons Do by Anonymous (130k, E)

- We Only Kiss On New Year's by SnarkyMagpie (17k, M)

- Ambush on All Sides by GroundZero_V (15k, _)

- The Wedding Date by Graceless_Lady (25k, M)

- In Plain Sight by Graceless_Lady (30k, E)

- Benefits by MADR1D1SMO (17k, E)

- these golden beacons (i see nothing but black) by fictionalcandie (21k, M)

- The most beautiful part of me (is you) by galaxo (15k, E)

- Safehouse by lilacella (13k, E)

- My place of refuge by plecotusauritus (19k, E)

- Kintsugi by GroundZero_V  (9k, _)

- Take My Hand and Drag Me Head First by Mayarenerose (11k, T)

- the very best of intentions by Graceless_Lady (13k, M)

- Much Ado About (For) Nothing by asterfortis (8k, T)

- SBDS Founder James Potter by camichats (3k, T)

- Head In The Clouds by Anonymous (5k, T)

- mansplain, manipulate, malewife by soopsiedaisies (8k, T)

- screw loose by griddlebones (16k, E)

- letters from home by canfeeltimemoving (6k, G)

- How to Prune and Water Your Prongsfoot by JustAboutMidnight (9k, G)

- 1+1<3 by lilacella (4k, T)

- Frostbite by Talariajetstream (5k, T)

- Wintertime Love by enbysiriusblack (2k, G)

- ‘tis the damn season: A Love Story Told Through Holidays by torturedpadfootdepartment (2k, T)

no one asked, but i wanna yap :)

her name is Eulalia “Bodach Bairn” Teufel, a teifling fighter, former pirate captain, and now lich.

at 11 she accidentally killed the captain of an infamous and ancient pirate crew, The Southern Kraken, by shoving him over a railing when he groped her mother, the barmaid. following pirate inheritance law, eulalia became the new captian.

for the next nine years she strove to prove herself as a good captain, paralyzed with fear that one of her crew members would kill her im her sleep as revenge for their former captain or ambition for her position.

until during a sea battle in the midst of a violent storm, The Callisto sunk. Like a the good captain she had been spending the better part of a decade fighting to be for honour and survival, Eulalia tied herself to the mast and went down with her ship.

But the universe would not accept her sacrifice, dishonouring her for life. Eulalia found herself washed up on the shores of a foreign country, and ashamed of her failures as a captain she resigned herself to a life of gambling and drinking.

Rory was the one to pull her out of her wallowing; a mediocre abjuration wizard in search of a fighter. for the next three years they worked together (along with the rest of their party) on quests, building trust and friendship. She told him about her survivors guilt and her ultimate goal of finding true honour.

While fighting a white drake, Eulalia and her party—save Rory—perished. Eulalia got her dream: a hero’s death. Rory, who’s main function in the party was support, had landed in his worst nightmare. His friends were dead, and he had survived. He spent hours searching for any cleric or druid to help save his friends, months searching for someone to resurrect them, and years working to afford a spell that could, but it was too late.

There was only one option: turn them all into Liches. For the next 20 years Rory worked, cracking the secrets to lich-dom, until finally, after losing many pieces of himself in the process, he brought his friends back to un-life.

Unfortunately, he was not a necromancer, nor even a particularly skilled wizard at all, so something went wrong. None of them remembered him upon waking, and everytime he tried to remind them or even say his own name they immediately forgot again.

Crushed that he couldn’t get his friends back, but comforted by the thought that at least they could continue to live their lives, he let them go, and resolutely slaughtered people every full moon to feed their phylactories.

Eulalia awoke, yet again failing to die with honour. The universe simply did not think she was worthy. Now, she found, she could not die at all, lich as she was. It didn’t take their party long to notice the missing villagers each full moon, and to realize that someone was killing innocent people to keep them alive. Not only was she not a hero, but she was also an abomination.

After months of living as a lich, Eulalia slowly started to properly mourn her concept of a good captain, realizing that maybe there was life after tragedy, swimming after the ship sinks.

Until her memories were returned. It wasn’t the universe that denied her honour, it was someone she considered her closest confidant. She wasn’t being given a pass by the gods, but rather stripped of being a hero by her friend. Someone who knew how much survivors guilt had haunted her.

my dnd oc <3 i could talk for hours about the campaign my dm home-brewed, but the theme is grief

The senate has the chance to do the funniest thing this Ides of March

“the gaylors are going to have a field day with this”

so you agree, it seems gay? it’s queer coding? you see it too.

harrowhark “my whole existence is the result of 200 dead children, i am the product of sacrifice and have to live with the guilt of that everyday. i am in love with a corpse and i puppet my dead parents around so i am not alone. i cannot take another loss” nonagesimus

gideon “i gave my life for you and you didnt even want it, even worse you refuse to accept it, wasting my sacrifice. you lobotomized yourself to forget everything i did for you—you refuse to embrace the life i have provided you over and over again, and now im stuck as a reanimated corpse” nav

and

coronabeth “i am sick with heartbreak and jealousy that you didnt murder and consume me, your other half, refusing to let me join you on your journey forwards, instead giving that honor to some dick they assigned us. I am dejected and maimed” tridentarius

ianthe “you are the last person i would kill—i would kill myself first without hesitation rather than lay a finger on you. i cannot live without you and i could not live myself if i was the one who removed you from this world” tridentarius

It’s so hard being someone who loves canon Sirius Black and going into the Sirius Black tag only to see posts about w*lfstar and j*gulus, along with the worst takes I’ve ever read in my entire life.

Honestly, with all due respect, a lot of you are a bit stupid, yes.