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no one: me: here’s a flow chart of 41 lgbtq+ book recommendations, have fun! disclaimer: this is a very non-comprehensive list since I’m only including books that I’ve read

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“is that my shirt?” for jily please 💖

Hi anon! Hope you like this! This is set during their seventh year, and we’re going with the headcanon that they share a dorm as Heads. 

Shirt 

James tosses another garment aside from his trunk after determining — quite miffed — that it’s not the one he’s looking for. 

“Where is it?”

The contents of his trunk are scattered throughout his room, adding to the clutter that has already been there since he practically moved into the Head Boy dorm at the beginning of the year. Cloaks, quills, random scribbles, and a doodle of Snape sitting underneath a storm cloud...he’s managed to pull out items he doesn’t even remember owning or hasn’t seen since his early years at Hogwarts. 

But he still cannot find his lucky shirt. 

He’s nearly about to burn down his room in a rage, which he’s quite confident in his ability to do. He’s gotten quite good at conjuring concerning levels of flames with his wand. Flitwick let out the highest pitched scream he’s ever heard last week during Charms when James demonstrated without actually being asked to do so.

Still, James knows actually setting his room on fire won’t help him find his shirt. If it is, in fact, in here, then the only purpose that would serve would be to disintegrate it. 

And while he’s quite marvelous at conjuring enough flames to burn down all of the Forbidden Forest, he’s not actually all that skilled in putting them out. He’d burn down his room and then all of Hogwarts, and would be out of both his favorite shirt and an education.

How dreadful. Another thing to be miffed about this evening. 

He’s worn the same shirt to bed every night before a Quidditch match for as long as he can remember. It’s a ritual of his that he assumes has served to help win him nearly every game he’s played in since his Quidditch career started. It’s ratty and old, and his mother has begged him every summer since fifth year to let her toss it out, but every summer he protests that it serves its purpose just fine. 

He only wears it to bed, she needn’t worry about the possibility of someone seeing her son in a worn down tee, and thinking that the Potters have gone to ruin. 

Which is exactly what his mother thinks will happen, he knows. Honestly, he’d call her dramatic if he isn’t acutely aware of the fact that he’s inherited said dramatic gene from her. 

He growls, putting Remus on a full moon to shame and bounds down the stairs, quite shirtless. 

He doesn’t consider the consequences of meeting Lily in their shared Heads’ common room until he’s in front of her, bare chested. 

They both freeze, James on the bottom step and Lily in the middle of her reading in front of the fireplace. 

“Um, hello,” Lily greets him, blinking several times in a row. Great, he’s flustered her. Normally this would do wicked things to his ego, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s feeling incredibly self conscious at the moment. 

He should have thought about the fact that they’re sharing a living space. He’s honestly surprised that he didn’t. It’s all he could focus on for the first few weeks back at school.

“Er— hi, sorry. I didn’t think you’d be down here, and…” James pauses for a moment, fully looking Lily over, and noticing something rather odd in her appearance. His jaw drops. “Is that my shirt?”

Lily peers down at the shirt she’s wearing as if she’s forgotten that she’s even got one on. It takes James an embarrassingly long time to pull his eyes away from the pretty blush tinting her cheeks to see that she is, in fact, wearing his shirt. It’s got the faded model of a broom no longer in production across the chest, and James feels as though he has died. 

He’s died and gone to wherever it is that good wizards go when they pass, because the sight of Lily Evans wearing his shirt is far too glorious for him to comprehend and it murders him.

“Oh, I guess? I don’t really know, honestly,” she admits, tugging at the material until it’s tight against her chest and James absolutely wishes that she wouldn’t. She’s not wearing a bra, apparently. 

Which is fine. 

She doesn’t have to wear a bra if she so chooses. 

He’s not so much of a prude that he thinks a bra is a necessary thing for a woman to be wearing. It’s nighttime, she’s obviously getting ready for bed. She’s allowed to be comfortable. He encourages comfort. He just doesn’t think he’s going to get the shape of her comfort of his mind for several years to come now.

He covers his eyes, looking at the ground instead, and willing the cold stone flooring of their common room to help him control his stupid, boyish urges that are threatening to tent his joggers. 

“Yeah, I think that’s it,” James says, clearing his throat when his voice comes off an octave higher than usual. “I’ve been looking for it everywhere. I thought maybe I left it downstairs, which is why I’m like this…” 

He gestures at himself, hoping he doesn’t have to explain any further his state of undress.

“The house elves must have gotten our laundry confused. It was on my bed with some other things this morning,” Lily explains, sounding amused. “Do you want it back?”

James thinks for a moment. Does he want it back?

Five minutes ago, he had been ready to burn down all of Hogwarts to find it. 

But now…

“No,” he says, not really comprehending that he’s speaking. “You can keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Lily blinks. “Are you sure? It seemed like it was pretty important to you. You came down here like you were prepared to go to battle.”

“Yeah...I’m sure. I have tons more. All of which are currently all over my bedroom floor. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, if you’re certain,” Lily says, tucking her legs underneath her on the couch. She beams. It’s so hard to look away. “It’s pretty comfy. I think it may be my new favorite shirt.”

James lets out a small laugh, running his hand through his hair. He doesn’t miss the way her eyes track the movement. 

“Just make sure to wear it before every Quidditch match for me, yeah? It’s sort of a ritual for me.”

“Ahh, I see. Yeah, okay then. I’ll be cheering you on tomorrow, you know.”

“Lily Evans, cheering me on? I don’t know if I’ll be able to get my broom off the ground with my inflated head.”

Lily laughs. “Goodnight, James. Get some rest for that giant head of yours.”

James salutes her before bounding the stairs two at a time, no longer feeling the urge to set the world aflame. 

“And I’ll make sure to wear a bra tomorrow in the stands so you don’t fall off your broom!” 

James trips on the last step. 

“Goodnight, Evans!”

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Prompts are open! Professors!Drarry, husbands, one tells students all about his husband. No one knows who that is. Until one day sth clues them in. And everyone's like - WHAAAA?! Bets are lost. McG is amused.

Hello there! This is the oldest prompt in my ask box, haha! So sorry it took like two years to get around to this.... *blushes*

Anyways, I hope you like!

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“That will be all for today,” Harry says. “You can have the rest of the period to work.”

He leans back against his desk and watches the scramble of students trying to pair off with their friends. He smiles and shakes his head. Every day is the same. Gloriously, marvelously, wonderfully the same.

“Professor Potter?”

Harry looks over to one of his students, a slight teenage girl with her hair tied up into three ponytails. “Yes, Miss Wimblefon?”

She twirls a curl of hair around her finger and smiles up at him. “I had a question for you. About the assignment.”

Harry sighs and waves his hand. “Ask away.”

“You said that the enchantment only works if the user is truly in love,” she begins.

Harry nods and folds his arms. “Precisely. Which is why you are only working on the theoretical application of this spell, and not trying to use it on your classmates.”

Jane giggles. “I’m in love. Can I give it a try?”

Harry stands up and brushes off the front of his robes. “You most certainly may not, Miss Wimblefon. As much as I am pleased by your interest in the subject, it’s not appropriate nor safe to produce the enchantment even when one is truly in love, and I have the strong suspicion that you are not.”

Jane’s cheeks go red. “Well, what does the spell do anyways?” she says, crossing her arms and huffing.

“An excellent question,” Harry says. “An easily answered one if you do your reading.” He holds his hand out to the classroom, and she gives him one last glare before turning on her heel and taking a seat with Mildred Daney.

*

“Merlin,” Harry says, dropping down onto the bed and spreading his arms out wide.

“What is it?” Draco asks, emerging from the bathroom and leaning against the door frame with his toothbrush stuck out of his mouth. “Jane flirting with you again?”

Harry groans and rolls over on the bed. “How did you know?”

Draco disappears to spit out his toothpaste, and then returns, smelling of mint and citrus shampoo. He climbs up the bed and drops down beside Harry, curling an arm around his waist and pressing his nose in the back of his neck.

“Because she’s the exact same with me,” Draco sighs. “Always playing with that bloody hair of hers.”

“She’s a sixth year already,” Harry says to the wall. “Isn’t this a bit odd?”

Draco nuzzles in closer behind Harry. “Someone should tell her that if she keeps tugging at that hair, it will all fall out by the time she’s twenty.”

Harry laughs. “Don’t you dare, Draco. Her mother will tear down the school.”

Draco bumps his head between Harry’s shoulder blades. “Well, then it will be McGonagall’s problem.”

Harry twists and rolls over to face Draco, his face smiling and bright. “You know,” Harry says, touching their noses together. “I think you may be right.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes,” Harry says and pushes himself on top of Draco, knees on either sides of his hips and arms around his shoulders. “Get Jane out of our hair.” He sets his head down on Draco’s chest. “And while we’re waiting for her mother to Floo in, we can plan our joint funeral, hm?”

“Bit early, isn’t it?” Draco says. He lifts his hands and rubs them up and down Harry’s back.

“Oh, no. Not at all,” Harry says. He lifts his head up and grins at Draco. “In fact, it may be a bit late if McGonagall has anything to do with it.”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harry says, and drops his head back down on Draco’s chest.

Draco is so warm, so soft. Nice. A weight tethering him to the ground, to sanity.

“Good night,” Harry sighs.

Draco smacks his bum. “Get up and brush your teeth, you buffoon.”

Harry groans as Draco pushes him away, all the way off of the bed.

“Why?” Harry wails as he hits the ground with a great oof.

“Because I love you,” Draco says happily before sending a stinging jinx in the direction of Harry’s backside. “Very, very much.”

*

“Hello, Professor Potter,” Jane says. She’s twirling her hair again.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Harry says over his breakfast potatoes. “May I help you with something?”

“Yes,” she says, looking rather pleased with herself with her chin all drawn up. “The book says that the enchantment provides a binding connection to the user’s true love. One that doesn’t break until death.”

Harry squirts some ketchup onto his plate. “Almost correct.”

“What?”

Harry picks up a piece of bacon. “Almost correct. The enchantment doesn’t die after death. That’s why it’s so complicated. It must be a mutual bonding, and both parties must be truly in love with the other. And the bond doesn’t break after death, which opens up a certain realm of questioning about putting intention behind spells.”

Jane shakes her head hard. “What does it benefit though? Why engage in such complicated and dangerous magic? What does it do?”

Harry smiles and sets his bacon down. “Miss Wimblefon, would you mind continuing this conversation during our class time? I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast.”

Draco snorts beside him.

Jane glances over at Draco briefly and narrows her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak again, but Draco looks up from his hash and stares at her with wide grey eyes. Too wide to really be attractive, people have said before. Harry likes them.

“Right then,” she says, and runs off.

“Bless you,” Harry says, linking his pinkie into Draco’s.

Draco raises his eyebrows. “Harry.”

“Yes, my love?” Harry smiles at him. Innocently, very innocently.

“Why are you teaching verus amor est alliges duplicia?” Draco glares at him, and squeezes hard with his pinkie finger. “That’s extremely complicated magic.”

Harry shrugs. “No reason at all.”

Draco sighs and winds the rest of his fingers through Harry’s. “Oh, Harry.”

Harry grins. “Oh, Draco.”

*

“It’s class time now,” Jane says.

Harry glances up at his charmed clock over the archway in his office. “Not quite, Miss Wimblefon.”

“Well,” she says, already sitting down in the chair opposite him. “I didn’t want to interrupt your lecture, so I thought I’d pop in early.”

“Right,” Harry says. It’s probably best to get this over with. Maybe if Harry answers all her questions, she’ll leave him alone. “Go on then.”

“I’m curious to know what is the purpose of the spell.” She folds her hands on Harry’s desk and leans forward.

Harry pushes his chair back slightly. “It’s an irreversible connection with the person who loves you most in the world. It links you together. So, theoretically, if one half of the pairing was hurt, the other would know it. If something good has happened to one, the other feels their happiness.”

“So they share feelings?” Jane asks.

“No,” Harry says. “It’s not sharing. It’s just a sense. An added knowledge.”

“And what else?” she demands.

“It can act as a protective charm, if in dire circumstances,” Harry says. “A bubble of defense, if the two are physically close.”

Jane sighs and kicks her loafers on the floor. “It sounds fine, but not worth the magic.”

Harry smiles. He’d felt the same way when he’d first learned of it. “Well it’s more than that. The best part about it is the connection. It is difficult to explain, even for those who have experienced it. It is a joining of skin, two souls being one, a linking of magic. It is being melded with another person, body, soul, and mind. It is having them with you, always.”

Jane’s mouth opens a bit. “Er. Professor Potter?”

“Yes?” Harry asks pleasantly.

“Are you bonded to someone?” Jane asks, looking scared and excited all at once.

“To my husband, yes,” Harry says, and smiles at her.

Jane falls out of her chair.

*

It takes another four days after Jane faints in Harry’s office before she comes to confront him again.

“You’re completely oblivious to it,” Draco is saying to Harry. “He has an excellent aptitude for Potions. He’s very talented, really.”

They’re in greenhouse four, so Draco can collect clippings for a potion in his classes the next day. Harry hovers by Draco’s side, not doing anything particularly useful.

Harry rolls his eyes. “Please, you should see him in Defense. I might as well transfigure him into a hippo, and see if it changes the results.”

Draco touches a hand to his chest. “My, my, Harry. I think you’re spending too much time with me.”

Harry pushes at him. “I know I am. Thank Merlin for it.”

“Professor Potter?”

Harry trips and nearly stumbles over into a collection of finger eating bushes before Draco grabs his sleeve and hauls him up.

“Hello, Miss Wimblefon,” Draco says coolly. “May I ask you what you’re doing out of bed at this hour?”

Her eyes pass over Draco. “Professor Potter, I have more questions for you.”

Harry is still choking on his breath. “Er. Yes. Miss Wimblefon, can we resume this conversation at a later time?”

“No,” she says, and comes to stand next to him. “Carry on with your walk. I’ll simply join in.”

They have no choice but to walk.

“I didn’t know you were married,” Jane begins immediately as they’re leaving the greenhouse. “Especially not to a man.”

Draco throws an elbow in Harry’s direction and raises both his eyebrows in question. What is she talking about? he mouths. Harry shakes his head. He has no idea.

“So you’ve performed verus amor est alliges duplicia.”

Draco straightens up beside Harry. He chooses not to look over at him for fear of being burned to the ground with the look on Draco’s face.

“Quite,” Harry says.

“With whom?”

Harry stops. “What do you mean with whom?”

He looks over at Draco, who looks just as bewildered as Harry does, his irritation at Harry’s curriculum forgotten.

Jane stops too and looks back at them. “Who are you married to?”

Harry could fall over laughing.

Draco speaks before he can. “Miss Wimblefon. What is my name?”

Jane finally looks at him. “Professor Potter?”

“Yes.” Draco says very slowly. “My name is Draco Potter.”

Jane shakes her head, still looking confused. “So?”

Draco huffs and flicks his hair off his cheekbones. “So I share a last name with Harry Potter. Who do you think I am?”

“Potter is a common name, it’s not weird that you both have....” Her eyes go wide. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Draco snaps. “Merlin and Arthur, these children get dimmer every year. Potter’s a common name. Honestly!”

Jane turns and takes off running up to the castle.

Harry lets out a breath and holds out his hand for Draco to take. “I think you’re right, love. They really are getting dimmer.”

Draco takes his hand, gentle. “Why did we choose this career path anyways?”

Harry shrugs and they begin the walk up to the castle together. “Good pay?”

Draco blows out a hard laugh. “Good pay, indeed.”

*

Jane Wimblefon tells the entire school that Professor Harry Potter and Professor Draco Potter are married at breakfast the next day.

Harry drops his head into his hands and Draco rolls his eyes. Headmistress McGonagall stands up briskly and walks right out of the Great Hall. Hagrid bursts out laughing before knocking over the entire front table, and Professor Flitwick along with it.

The students go into a frenzy, jumping up and running from table to table, expressions of shock painted over their faces.

“Forget dim,” Draco says, looking out over the chaos. “This generation is entirely brain dead.”

Harry laughs so hard he gets marmalade in his hair.

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Killer of Sheep (Charles Burnett, 1978)

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otp prompt #1

Person A is happily admiring their partner, B, who is asleep against their chest. Smiling, A kisses the slumbering B on the top of their head, brushing back a bit of hair from their forehead. Their heart explodes and they try not to coo as B unconsciously smiles and snuggles closer to them in their sleep. 

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this is the best tik tok ive ever seen i love her so much

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Gryffindor x Hufflepuff is my JAM!!!!!!

Blanket forts with secret passwords, pillow fights ending in hysterical laughter and a big mess of feathers to clean up, stuffing their faces with snacks and chocolate biscuits, warm, comforting, heartbreak-mending hugs, surprise piggy-back rides, being the others best friend in the whole world. The Hufflepuff patching up the Gryffindor after their latest injury. The Gryffindor defending the Hufflepuff from people who take advantage of their patient nature. 

I just love it.

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what if we were in a library and i was sitting on the ground reading a book and you knelt beside me and put your fingers under my chin and kissed me?

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“This poem doesn’t rhyme.”

Dude about to make haikus:

“Oh you haven’t heard?”

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Limited edition character Pop Tarts (2000 - 2006)

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we’ve all heard of the NSFW alphabet, but what about a SOULMATE AU ALPHABET??

a...ging stops at 18 until you find your soulmate so the two of you can grow old together.

b...ody art (doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin).

c...olors (aka the standard soulmate au where the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate and see colors).

d...amage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all).

e...sp (soulmates can sense one another’s presence and feel each other’s exact emotions even when miles away).

f...irst words/thoughts your soulmate says/thinks when seeing you are written on your skin.

g...uardian (it is said that the person who saves you from a near-death experience is your soulmate—drowning, car crash, etc.)

h...eartbeats (the soulmates share the same heartbeat—when one feels panicked, shocked, etc, the other can feel it too).

i...dentifier (a word or symbol which is imputed to your soulmate is somewhere on your body).

j...uxtaposition (your soulmate is the exact opposite of you, yet you find yourselves complementing one another).

k...eys and locks are randomly dispersed to soulmates on chains when they are born. when in proximity, the lock and key will act as magnets and bring the two soulmates closer together until the key is placed in the lock and a gratifying click is heard, unlocking the chain.

l...ast words your soulmate says are written on your skin, so you do not know it is them until they are gone.

m...arks or stains of the color black are somewhere on your body (palm of your hand, knuckles, knee) until you and your soulmate finally make physical contact. once the mark is touched, it fades to be consistent with the person’s skin color.

n...urse (the touch of a soulmate can heal you from affliction and vice versa).

o...pportune outfit (soulmates will eternally color coordinate, even if they have not met one another yet, and often times have similar patterns in their clothing).

p...assionflower (a type of flower soulmates have planted somewhere beneath their skin. Upon meeting their soulmate it will sprout through the skinand fully blossom as they reach the furthest point of their relationship. when a soulmate passes, the flower blooming from the other person does also).

q...uizzes revolving around one’s personal aspects, skills and ambitions are given to every person once they turn 18, and the results read who your soulmate is based off of your collective answers.

r...ed string bonds two soulmates together for a lifetime and all come in varying lengths—imagine the trouble of only being able to walk certain distances or having to sleep on the edge of your bed.

s...ongbird (any songs a person sings will get stuck in their soulmate’s head for the duration they decide to sing it).

t...imers are set on the wrist of every person once they are a certain age, slowly counting down until the day they meet their soulmate.

u...ndying (you and your soulmate must meet in order to end life—die—together. as long as you have not met them, you will continue aging yet remain immortal).

v...eiled (you and your soulmate must walk through life blind until running into one another by fate and finally gaining sight—those with no soulmate act as guides and help those in search of theirs).

w...riter’s choice (author can pick any au from the list to write).

x...FREE SPACE, the person who sent the prompt has the choice to make up an au or choose one from the list!

y...ellow fellow (colors of your vision changes depending on your soulmates mood. yellow is optimistic, green is envious, blue is upset, etc. and natural colors become present once the soulmates meet).

z...zz (in which soulmates first meet each other and share memories in their dreams before meeting each other in person—sometimes difficult to accomplish as dreams are hard to remember).

any writers on tumblr feel free to reblog so followers can send a certain letter to your inbox :) or just for ideas!

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" Bar/Restaurant AU + Interrupted Declaration of Love "

This would be a Muggle AU because sweet and simple always works

Draco is a stressed law student who really just wants to start his own art gallery but feels obligated to follow in his family’s footsteps

Harry was raised by Remus and Sirius, who co-own a bike repair shop where he works part-time; as a result he’s a little swole, a little grimy, and according to Draco that’s delicious (he’s right)

Harry works nights at Molly Weasley’s pub The Burrow with all seven Weasley siblings; it’s a big family business and has always been a place of comfort for Harry

Draco and Pansy stumble in one night, stressed from exam season. They come for the drinks and stay for Harry and Ginny respectively

It becomes their regular

Draco fancies the hell out of the hot bartender with the full tattoo sleeve

Harry is obviously smitten with the cute art-history-obsessed blond who keeps ordering slightly more specific cocktails each time he comes in (“Sex On the Beach from you, Potter”)

They become tentative friends and start spending time together outside of the pub

Months pass and of course they both develop intense feelings

Draco is too embarrassed to say anything, Harry is too clumsy with words

The day comes when he finally works up the nerve to ask Draco out. It’s Harry’s shift, but he just can’t wait a moment longer, and Draco’s right there leaning across the bar, looking expectant and awkward and beautiful—

And Draco gets pulled aside by a stranger asking if he can buy him a drink. Harry seethes.

He makes it through five minutes of listening to this guy make increasingly sleazy passes before he slams a glass down, snaps for him to get lost, and then tells Draco in no uncertain terms that he’s been half in love with him for months and will he go out with him, please

What follows is obviously a very sweet but awkward over-the-counter snog to a round of applause from everyone present

And a Happily Ever After (wherein Draco eventually does open his own gallery and Harry opens a restaurant attached to Molly’s pub where he serves sinfully delicious curry)

...or so the story would go if I wrote it. Thank you for the ask!!