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I wish people in fandom could be...more chill. Like yes, people create fan works. That's the point of being in fandom. Like. Yes people are going to write fanfiction. People are going to create fan films. People are going to draw fan art. People are going to make OCs. If you don't like that. I fear you're not in the fandom, you're just a fan.

This post was inspired by me searching for more marauders/HP fan films to put on my wizarding world movie night playlist and coming across posts of people saying they're tired of fan films.

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HOW do people get gifted fanbinds??? Like!!! I want more HP/Marauder bound fanfics on my shelf, i'm shite at bookbinding but ofc I'm not gonna unethically buy them.

SOMEONE GIFT BOUND FANFICS TO ME PLEASEEEE

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Okay but Wolfstar accidentally getting married in the Muggle world and just… not addressing it??

Like. They’re in their early twenties. They’re on the run, kind of. Living in a flat above a used bookshop. Sharing groceries and toothbrushes and trauma like it’s normal. They’ve been not-dating for six years now.

And one night Sirius goes, “We should get fake married for tax reasons.”

Remus: “We don’t pay taxes.”

Sirius: “Yeah, but like. If we did.”

Anyway, two weeks later they’re drunk in Brighton and find one of those weird little wedding chapels. A Muggle one. With plastic flowers and a bored officiant named Trish who’s very into the idea of “helping young love bloom.”

They think it’s a joke.

They sign the papers.

They kiss (??)

They go home.

And then they just… never talk about it again.

Remus starts calling Sirius “husband” in a sarcastic voice that gets less sarcastic over time. Sirius changes Remus’s contact in his phone to “Moony ♡ (legally mine).”

Remus starts doing Sirius’s laundry without complaining. Sirius starts grocery shopping with a list. They argue about curtains like an old married couple but still won’t admit that they are one.

Until one day Sirius is like:

“So technically, we're married.”

And Remus, without looking up from his book, just goes:

“Well, I haven’t divorced you yet.”

Which is not a no.

Which is, in fact, a very loaded not-no.

Which leads to Sirius spiraling for the next four days because he’s realizing he’s been in love with Remus Lupin since he was sixteen and accidentally marrying him was somehow the least gay thing he’s ever done.

Meanwhile Remus is also spiraling because Sirius keeps making tea just the way he likes it and calling it “husband duties” and he doesn’t think his heart can take it.

Eventually, someone (probably James) is like “wait… are you two actually married?”

And both of them, in perfect sync, completely deadpan:

“…Yeah.”

And then go back to whatever they were doing like that’s not earth-shattering news.

Because they’re the kind of idiots who fall in love, get married, and still don’t believe they’re loved.

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blackinnon puts remus lupin in a constant state of bi panic of an intensity that has been unknown to men until then

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Hello loves!

I published my first novella set in my interconnected fantasy world a while ago and realized that I did absolutely zero promotion for it, so..

Here's the link! It's only four dollars and it's got an array of representation, including aromantic main characters.

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"I am Nadine… an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." 🌸

Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. 💖 We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a home… we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. 😔

Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. 🌞 Because she is here, I must stay strong. 💪 Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for her… even though my world is broken.

We don't have much, but we hold on to each other. 🤝

I write these words to share a moment of our reality that you may not see in the news. I’m not seeking pity, nor do I want to burden anyone… All I ask is that my words reach a heart that knows compassion, and understands that help, even in the smallest form, can make a big difference in someone's life like ours. ✨

Life here doesn’t go as it should… but it goes on. We live on hope, the kindness of strangers, words of encouragement, and hands that reach out at the right time. 🌟 Maybe you can’t change everything, but you can change one day in our lives… And one day with dignity is all we need to keep fighting. 💫

Even a kind word, sharing this post, or a sincere prayer… all of that makes a difference to us. 🙏

Thank you… from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. 🌷 From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. 💖

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💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

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Hi, my name is Mosab , I’m from Gaza, and like many here, I’ve lost more than I ever thought I could bear — my family, my home, my sense of safety, and the simple moments that once gave life meaning. 💔

I’m not writing this to ask too much of anyone. I’m sharing a piece of my story — not because I want sympathy, but because I still believe someone, somewhere, might care enough to listen.

If this message finds you at the wrong time, I understand.

I’m truly sorry if it feels like an interruption.

➡️ Please feel free to DM me if you'd rather not receive asks from me — I'll make sure not to contact you again. 🤍

✨ If you do feel moved to help — even by sharing — it means more than words can say.

Every repost, every bit of care, helps keep hope alive in a place that has seen too much darkness.

🙏 Thank you for taking the time to read.

📌 Post Link

Wishing you peace, healing, and comfort — wherever you are.

With deep appreciation

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Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔

We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.

Each day, I wake up not knowing if we will make it through the next. My daughter should be learning to walk, to smile at strangers, to feel safe in her world — but instead, she’s learning to live in the middle of a war zone. 🕊️

I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m sharing our truth because silence won’t protect us. Maybe, through this message, someone will hear us — and care. 🤍

If you feel moved to share our story or offer support, it would mean more than words can say. Every kind act ripples outward. ✨

🔗 Donation Link 📌 Post Link

Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏

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Sorry guys i know it's been a while, hang in there I've got a really strong hyperfixation going on with my religion rn...will be back ASAP

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i think dumbledore was growing weed in the forbidden forest the whole time and that’s why it was forbidden. that’s also why he acts the way he does.

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idk can they make pain meds rhat dont mess with your liver??? or that are long lasting so i dont have to continuously take more and fuck up my liver???

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Remus Lupin

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i'm so "hows ur hip moony" coded please dont ask me about my bones i will kill you /j

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i'm so ill, remus lupin save me remus lupin

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i wish i had like, irl harry potter friends. Like not just people who have watched the movies but like honest to god brain rot hp/marauders/even dracotok irl friends who i can be irl delulu with

(and obviously hates JKR)