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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

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documentaries are SUCH a good tool to learn but it's always so hard to tell if this is a documentary for people who already know about it or a "hey let's teach you about this" documentary

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Lily telling James “you’re not funny” right after laughing so hard she snorted at one of his jokes.

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I think Hermione and Percy make more sense as a couple than Romione. I loved them when I was younger, but now I just don’t see that relationship lasting. They barely have anything in common, and I think Hermione and Percy’s personality would be more of a solid foundation. I could see Ron with someone who’s a lot more fun and outgoing. I think he would find their relationship boring after a year and spark would fizzle out.

Ron? The guy who likes a challenge and enjoys witty banter? He fell in love with Hermione - who he initially disliked and was annoyed by at the start - for a reason, and that reason wasn’t any forced proximity or whatever bs. Ron had Lavender, yet still wanted and pined for Hermione. They fell for each other's flaws, quirks, and qualities. They found each other HOT. And Hermione would be annoyed by Percy, since he's too much of a rule follower, not that loyal, and Hermione needs someone more flexible. Let’s stop pretending she's some hardcore stuck up, constantly rule abiding person who doesn’t like fun and can't be funny herself. She fell for a Weasley! This boring fanon portrayal of her has to stop.

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James Potter and Molly Weasley would have loved to share a cup of tea and talk about how well Harry and Ginny were meant for each other

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i love tumblr fanfic writers' blog aesthetics so much. Like yes girl show me your Pinterest board and Canva skills.

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i hate this weird trend in fandom where subtext is seen as a Bad Thing and is only done if the creators are too cowardly to commit to showing something. i hate to break it to you but nuance and layers are what make stories interesting, if you have no subtext then you have a very flat story

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friends to lovers is truly everything good in this world

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Fuck you. This is the coward's way out. This train will not bring you back in time.

It will not take her arm, or his eye. It will not gift your cheeks their stubble. It will heave its way through English fields and English woods and English towns and English rain, and our mother will sit in that compartment with you.

Have you considered that? Mother, who looks at you as a chicken beholds the fox beneath the fence, as a farmer beholds the wolf by the gate, mother, who has long since washed all colour from her face.

Mother, who is grey and damp as the rain.

Hours in a locked tomb. Hours with her. What will she say? How will she sit? What things will she drag from your mouth?

Will she pin you, with those tired eyes, with those faded hands, to the fabric of your seat, to take from you the answers we have been keeping from her for years?

And how could you ever tell her? How could you dare?

Mother, your little boy has died. Mother, your little girl has seen battle. Mother, your children have commanded armies. They've sat thrones and mourned children. They've lost their people.

Twice.

Mother, you are tired. You are weary. You would not understand.

By the lion, you'd despair.

Mother, a witch has spelled your son when his ears still stuck out and he missed your husband with all the violence of a schoolboy. She took him, pointed nails and pearl-teeth, god, she carved flesh and bone and sinew until that paper-thin skin held nothing at all.

Mother, the son you sent to the countryside with the world digging into his shoulders has died. In tiny pieces, at first, and then all at once, as a trickle turns first into a stream and then into a raging river.

Until finally, it spreads into the sea.

Your child lies buried in every decree, every law, and- Christ, who are we kidding, the Narnian soil. The golden boy you wanted so desperately to protect lies in pieces next to the witch, rotting into the earth.

We cannot return him to you.

Will you tell her, I wonder, about the razor blades underneath your floorboards? Will you bare your neck and show her all the mess you've made of the soft skin there when the nights were long and the tremors were terrible?

What of the knives under our little ones' pillows?

Fuck you.

When I was born, I had you. When I was little, I had you. Those terrible, wonderful years - I had you. How am I meant to go on without you? Brother, I don't know how.

Already my lungs are refusing their work. Already my stomach turns. My teeth are aching, my bones have chilled. My cheeks are stained - big red streaks of salt.

Of blood.

I have carved a way for myself through the chalk and the limestone and the mud. With my hands and my teeth, on the last bit of hope I could still heave up in between the cigarettes and the whiskey, I dug my way to sunlight. For days, for months, for years.

With my bare fucking hands, brother.

And you? You've never put the sword down. You've never looked at the dirt. You can't, you say. You're not made for it. Your mouth is the wrong shape and your eyes want nothing to do with the ground.

Instead, you've spent your time picking out the perfect mortician, the right funeral shroud. The coffin. Instead, you've drawn maps and routes into a home that has long been plundered.

Brother, where has your hunger gone?

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i loveeee writing "he should". he should reach out. he should take his hand. he should say something. he should reassure him. he should walk away. he should let it go.

never does btw. none of it, but he really should.

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where i am going with my point:

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no you guys don't get it. the pevensies were always fated to die tragically early, these children whose childhoods were torn away by the brutality of world war i and then who died so early into adulthood, before they'd had a chance to live and to grow up -- in 1949, like so many who made it to early adulthood, just, only to be mowed down on the battlefields of europe. the most common age of death in wwii was 19. the siblings represent an entire generation of lost youth, and Narnia is the gift, the fantasy, the parable of heaven that told the survivors these children got to live out full lives in Narnia before perishing tragically young

susan didn’t get “kept out of narnia because she liked girly things.” she survived because she grew up

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Can we talk about how chaotic Narnian battles would feel?? Especially in Prince Caspian. Like, imagine you’re a little Telmarine soldier waiting for the catapults to go and you’ve got all your regiments in nice orderly rows and these two 16 year olds suddenly yell “charge” and the ground opens up beneath you, a mouse with a sword the size of a large pencil takes out your bestie, a griffin drops a dwarf 5 ft away from you and he comes up swinging. As you try to rationalize this, you’re stabbed by a twelve year old with a British accent. Finally, a really freaking big lion shows up, roars, and your entire army collectively pees their pants. At one point in the movie (yes I know the movies aren’t quite the same as the book but they’re still good) Peter says like “we have the element of surprise” like dude, you have drafted the trees I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna be surprised no matter what.

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i don’t trust ai because arthur weasley told me to never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain

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one thing I love about gen z is that we'll do anything but play music of our own at clubs. YES, DJ, pump out the Adele techno remix

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I maintain that Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees is a 450% better song if it’s about a guy who’s lost custody of his daughter