#the bookshop 2017

[itsclydebitches]

In which I (blorbo connoisseur) present my beloved audience (the James Lance fandom) with a selection of curated offerings (shoddy screenshots from The Bookshop) in these oh so trying times (no more Ted Lasso).

[lifewithaview]

The Bookshop (2017)

England, 1959. Free-spirited widow Florence Green (Emily Mortimer) risks everything to open a bookshop in a conservative East Anglian coastal town. While bringing about a surprising cultural awakening through works by Ray Bradbury and Vladimir Nabokov, she earns the polite but ruthless opposition of a local grand dame (Patricia Clarkson) and the support and affection of a reclusive book loving widower (Bill Nighy). As Florence's obstacles amass and bear suspicious signs of a local power struggle, she is forced to ask: is there a place for a bookshop in a town that may not want one? Based on Penelope Fitzgerald's acclaimed novel and directed by Isabel Coixet (Learning to Drive), The Bookshop is an elegant yet incisive rendering of personal resolve, tested in the battle for the soul of a community.

"Old age is not the same thing as historical interest. Otherwise you and I would be far more interesting than we are."

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How right she was when she said that no one ever feels alone in a bookshop. THE BOOKSHOP (2017) dir. Isabel Coixet

[lawofcollage]

It's fucking Ace week!!!

Are you looking for queer art and a queer book by an ace author/artist?

I wrote/designed one!!!!!

Starting as a way that I celebrated my own ace identity in 2017 before it was as well known as it is now, this project turned into a way to celebrate queerness of all sorts with a fuck ton of pride flags.

So where can you buy it?

Bookshop, Barnes and Noble, Amazon (do bookshop if you can, it supports indie bookstores)

Happy Ace Week!

[the-forest-library]

November 2023 Reads

Feet of Clay - Terry Pratchett

Lorehaven Bound - Joy Demorra

A Nobleman's Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel - K.J. Charles

System Collapse - Martha Wells

Dragonhaven - Robin McKinley

Bookshops & Bonedust - Travis Balder

The Burnout - Sophie Kinsella

Sidelined - Kara Bietz

The Rom Con - Devon Daniels

The Rosewood Hunt - Mackenzie Reed

The Totally True Story of Gracie Byrne - Shannon Takaoka

Be That Way - Hope Larson

The Dust Bowl - Michelle James Corpora

The Polar Express - Chris Van Allsburg

Dear Daydreams - Ash Elizabeth

She-Hulk, Vol 3 - Rainbow Rowell

Birding Is My Favorite Video Game - Rosemary Mosco

How to Love - Alex Norris

Too Much is Not Enough - Andrew Rannells

Uncle of the Year - Andrew Rannells

So Many Steves - Steve Martin & Adam Gopnik

Sure, I'll Join Your Cult - Maria Bamford

The Jolliest Bunch - Danny Pellegrino

Thicker Than Water - Kerry Washington

If You Would Have Told Me - John Stamos

Vanishing Fleece - Clara Parkes

Knitlandia - Clara Parkes

A Guide to Midwestern Conversation - Taylor Kay Phillips

Class - Stephanie Land

The Forgotten Girls - Monica Potts

Pathogenesis - Jonathan Kennedy

Built to Move - Kelly Starrett & Juliet Starrett

In Defense of Witches - Mona Chollet

The Mindful Way Through Depression - Mark G. Williams

Mindfulness for Beginners - Jon Kabat-Zinn

The Disorganized Mind - Nancy A. Ratey

A Healthy State of Panic - Farnoosh Torabi

Generation Anxiety - Lauren Cook

Deaths of Despair and the Future of Capitalism - Anne Case & Angus Deaton

It's Not You, It's Capitalism - Malaika Jabali

Falling Back in Love with Being Human - Kai Cheng Thom

The Hormone Shift - Tasneem Bhatia

The Power of Now - Eckhart Tolle

Here We Go Again - Tiffani Thiessen

Bold = Highly Recommend Italics = Worth It Crossed out = Nope

Thoughts: 

I read a few showbiz memoirs in November, and the absolute standouts were those by Andrew Rannells. I wasn't sure what to expect since I only have vague familiarity with Rannells' work, but I was blown away: endearing, honest, and laugh-out-loud funny.

Goodreads Goal: 398/400 

2017 Reads | 2018 Reads | 2019 Reads | 2020 Reads | 2021 Reads| 

2022 Reads | 2023 Reads

[deancaspinefest]

2023 Pinefest Posting Schedule

Under the cut, you’ll find the full posting schedule for this seventh round of the Dean/Cas Pinefest, along with links to each preview.

Happy pining, everyone!

Tuesday February 14 | Everywhere Wednesday February 15 | The Devil You Know (Who Also Knows You) Thursday February 16 | Other Worlds Than These Friday February 17 | The barista and the bookshop Saturday February 18 | Hunter's Throne Sunday February 19 | Marigold Monday February 20 | won't you stay with me, my darling, when the war starts in my heart? Tuesday February 21 | Depth of Field Wednesday February 22 | Dear Western Red Cedar #2409 Thursday February 23 | You Could Save Me (from the way I tend to be) Friday February 24 | straw house, straw dog Saturday February 25 | Life After Loss Sunday February 26 | Don't forget me when I'm gone Monday February 27 | On Wayward Tracks Tuesday February 28 | The Fool, Fish and Rocks Wednesday March 1 | Something in the Air Thursday March 2 | stay in my arms (if you dare) Friday March 3 | Everything's Fine Saturday March 4 | Djinn & Tonic Sunday March 5 | Buzz Monday March 6 | My Turning Page Tuesday March 7 | Breaking Bonds Wednesday March 8 | The Emoji Guy Thursday March 9 | When I Knew You Friday March 10 | Faith and Magic Saturday March 11 | Fall A Little Further Sunday March 12 | The Waiting (is the hardest part) Monday March 13 | Unbeknownst Soul Mate Tuesday March 14 | Lucky Mud Wednesday March 15 | Lavender Pines Thursday March 16 | Devil on the Dirt Friday March 17 | Maybe Next Time Saturday March 18 | r/Relationships Sunday March 19 | West Monday March 20 | carving deep blue ripples Tuesday March 21 | the long hill home Wednesday March 22 | when the stars align Thursday March 23 | My Body is a Cage Friday March 24 | Whisper My Name

Previous Rounds on Ao3:

2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017

[milflewis]

10. meeting afterwards + sewis! 🫶

[10: meeting afterwards]

Sebastian watches as Lewis sits up, rubbing at his eyes with a knuckle. His jaw cracks as he yawns wide, tooth gap front and centre.

There’s faint pink lines on his cheek where he was resting his head on his balled up coat. It’s one that Sebastian used to always check the pockets of after Lewis hung it up in the hall, knowing Lewis often forgot and left his keys inside.

Sebastian gives him an awkward wave when Lewis catches sight of him, quickly tucking his hands back inside his jacket pockets. What is he doing?

Lewis only smiles at him, a little distant but warm. He doesn’t look as sleepy anymore, blinking that off hand softness away.

Sebastian glances at the screens. Jenson is still making good time. Still a while yet before he’s on. He swallows, inhaling.

Lewis is reaching over a hand to hold it in front of Miles’s face, grinning. His friend doesn’t even stir.

It’s been nearly five years and Sebastian still doesn’t know what Miles does or doesn’t know about Lewis and him, or what he thinks. He’s never been anything but friendly with him, inviting him in on jokes about Lewis, easily stealing stories out of him.

Sebastian likes him. Likes how he makes Lewis laugh, face scrunched up. Like how Lewis stands tall with him. Likes how Miles has a girlfriend.

Lewis looks over at him and pauses, considering. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. Sebastian keeps his eyes on Lewis’s.

When Lewis slides a bright smile at him, head tilting towards Miles, they could be back on that podium again, Sebastian egging Lewis on, knowing how much pouring that champagne would annoy Nico but somehow, interestingly, enjoying more how much it would make Lewis laugh.

It makes Lewis laugh again this time, delight folding his face into more lines, grey flecking at his temples, when he pours a few swallows of water down Miles’s collar, waking him up.

Sebastian laughs with him, unable to do anything else, and Lewis sways into his space trying to avoid Miles’s long reaching slaps. He’s broader than the last time they hugged and steady under his hands. Sebastian pushes him back.

It’s not quite how Sebastian imagined doing Le Mans, back in 2017 when he first brought it up on the heels of Baku, and then again in 2022, and all the years it was mentioned in between, but it’s enough. Jenson is flying on the track, delighted over the comms, and Sebastian is itching to get behind the wheel and Lewis is laughing. It is enough.

—

So, the Lewis Thing is back.

Part of him argues that it had never really gone away. But when Lewis had been staring deeply into Nicole’s or whoever’s eyes and professing his love of all things female and wet and hot, it had been easy for Sebastian to remind himself that Lewis was not interested and Sebastian should be looking elsewhere, if he felt like looking. Easier still, when it was Nico, Lewis was laughing with.

And even when Lewis’s eyes started straying further, both from girls and Nico, it had still been simple and clean cut to keep the handjobs between motorhomes and podiums separate in his head. Especially when Sebastian was dealing with being pushed out of Ferrari without even a goodbye pity fuck or watching Lewis deal with all of the shitstorm that was the 2021 season and what that entailed or how the w13 dug into his back and Sebastian was unable to doing anything of consequence, it was easy to push to the back burner.

Sebastian has been told by enough people that his face tells all for him to know that what he wants has always been clear. He has seen the pictures of them after all. Lewis never asked — not once — not again.

But then Lewis would stand close to him, or be unexpectedly kind, or say something stupid and brave and daring and bold, or belly laugh at one of his jokes even though Sebastian himself knows he’s not that funny, and Sebastian’s entire body would shout him, that one, Lewis Hamilton, him. Like the world is a bookshop where Sebastian could just point and say I'll have the driver with the big brown eyes and too long eyelashes and tooth gap and Lewis would be his, wrapped in brown paper and bookmarked at all the places that makes Sebastian’s mouth go dry.

But it isn’t, he can’t, and now that single retired Lewis is staying, for the first time in years, in a motorhome right next door it isn’t so easy to ignore. They stayed at the track an extra night. Jenson was delighted enough to have the three of them all in the same place that Sebastian was able to go along with it, Lewis as indulgent in Jenson’s antics as ever.

Sebastian stares at the ceiling and waits for sleep, but it didn't come. He finally drags himself out of bed, not bothering with shoes, and went back out into the front part.

Lewis’s forgotten blue blanket is visible in the moonlight, thrown over the side of his couch.

"Well, fuck," Sebastian mutters. He glances up at the front door. It’s not like Lewis desperately needs the blanket or anything; surely he'd survive one night without it. He’s a grown man. Sebastian hadn’t even realised he still had it until this weekend.

Just that Lewis apparently liked it. Liked it enough to go out of his way to pack it, instead of more clothes or shoes or jewellery. Sebastian found him wearing it as a robe two mornings ago. He hadn’t been able to read his voice when he overheard him telling Jenson that it was nice — soft — but he sounded honest all the same. And Sebastian had been the one that had gotten it for him.

He had grabbed it from a random shop in a random airport years ago because Lewis wouldn’t stop frowning, hands tucked into his armpits, as he insisted he wasn’t cold and Sebastian couldn’t wrap himself around him for body heat so he did the next best thing.

It was nearly half three in the morning, when everyone should be in bed.

Sebastian grabbed Lewis’s blanket from the couch and walked outside. He pushed Lewis’s door open, rolling his eyes at how it was unlocked. He didn’t hear anything.

Two giant suitcases are open on the floor of the motorhome, clothes hanging up in an open wardrobe. There’s a towel on one chair. A very complicated music desktop set is spread out on a table. Jenson’s helmet is sitting on the lid of a third suitcase — this one closed. Sebastian’s is beside it. They look like they’ve been cleaned. Sebastian had the one Lewis gave him already tucked away in his bags.

A sleeping Lewis is curled up on top of a book on his bed. His phone is face down on the floor of the bed beside him. He’s shirtless, lounge pants low on his hips, and barefoot. He’s got the sheets all tangled up at his calves. He shifts.

Sebastian freezes.

Lewis mumbles something, hands coming up to curl under his chin, and settles down again.

When he hears Lewis’s deep, even breaths resume, Sebastian moves again. For all the clutter, the floor is clean and empty. Lewis’s shoes pressed up against the wall. Sebastian spreads open the top edge of the blanket and quickly, quietly tucks it around Lewis —

Who blinks up at him. "Seb?"

"Sorry, sorry," he tells Lewis, who has one eye open. There is a crumble of sleep clinging to his lashes.

"Brought back your blanket."

"Okay." Lewis nods and closes his eyes, and soon his breathing goes back to its deep, even rhythm — the same rhythm Sebastian has listened for and fallen asleep to in a dozen different countries, across over ten years of their lives.

Sebastian lingers there for a minute. The door makes barely a sound when he shuts it.

He is so fucked.

[catastrxblues]

INTRODUCTION !!

currently shadowbanned which means i can't interact in ANY way at all through this blog so sorry if you replied to my posts or mentioned me and i haven't responded 😭

“our sheer capacity for a feeling has got to be so unwieldy that we staggered under it, like atlas with the weight of the world.” — oliver marks, if we were villains.

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⛧ okay so hi! i’m nadine. she/her. muslim. student. apparently an isfj. virgo. afternoons enthusiast. #1 full machine by gracie abrams enjoyer. think about everlark a lot.

┏ i like to read, watch, and sometimes write. but nowadays i really just prefer rotting and decaying on my bed because school is absolutely exhausting and i have no better idea than to use all my spare time for simply sleeping.

┏ STEM at heart, but sometimes all i really want to spend the rest of my life doing is reading, pondering over poems, learning to bake, crying over songs, writing in an immense amount and is good at it, working at a bookshop, collecting so many books that i have sagging bookshelves on the walls of my room, watching the moon, examining the stars, and enjoying the afternoon sun in a meadow or hills or somewhere with running creeks and flowers (but that's unrealistic so)

┏ i come on here to reblog, read fanfics, and rant about my obsessions (and also my life so sometimes this actually does feel like my little messy personal diary- that's a warning by the way)

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-> currently reading : the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins, six of crows by leigh bardugo,

-> currently watching : gilmore girls s2, brooklyn nine-nine s1, the summer i turned pretty,

-> some favorites :

(books) the hunger games, percy jackson / riordanverse, a good girl’s guide to murder, hp & the marauders, nevermoor, if we were villains, anne of green gables, djats & tshoeh, keeper of the lost cities

(artists) taylor swift, gracie abrams, phoebe bridgers, lorde, conan gray, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, maisie peters

(movies) mcu, romcoms, little women, thg adaptations, legally blonde, clueless, bridge to terabithia, lady bird, barbie, heathers, before sunrise

(tv shows) bridgerton, stranger things, heartstopper, jatp, asoue (show), disney channel shit (both), alexa and katie, nhie, lost in space (2017)

*(the italic ones are the ones i currently actively (and sometimes intensely) hyperfixate on on this blog!)

(+) fictional characters

[ i also will like to add that i am a peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, percy jackson, annabeth chase, anne shirley, jo and amy march, pippa fitz-amobi, and ravi singh enthusiast & i will defend them to the end of the earth thank you <3 ]

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sideblogs & others

┏ i have a writing blog!! (@kitchentablebillsaredue) it’s not exactly a fanfic blog, just a blog to post all of my miscellaneous semi-personal mess <3 (it’s collecting dust right now because i didn’t realize how hard it will be to get myself to post some writings on even a small corner of the internet whoops)

┏ i created another (actual) sideblog because i was bored and i thought why not. it’s @andillwatchh (as in a reference to that famous little women 2019 scene) and it’s for some movies/shows insanity etc.

┏ another one thank you. @iborrowlibrarybooks mostly for bookish things & moodboards.

by no means this is a consistent fandom blog by the way, i'm just really annoying and can't stop talking. but yeah that's it!

[londonfoginacup]

Snow Squalls & Kitty Paws | littleroverlouis / @littleroverlouis Harry/Louis | Zayn/Liam | 8k

Louis and Zayn own The Future is Meow, a bookstore-slash-cat café, and are spreading the holiday cheer to their customers this Christmas Eve. A few morning snow flakes turn into a full-blown blizzard and before they know it, the safest place for them and their employees to spend the night is the bookstore. Shop regular and object of Louis' affections, Harry, is also snowed in with them— as is another man who Harry seems more than friendly with. Will it be a Christmas miracle if Louis survives the snow squalls, a seemingly unrequited crush, and a curmudgeonly tortoiseshell cat?

This fic is perfect for some classic Christmas tropes! Snowed in! Cuddling! There-was-only-one-bed-but-also-maybe-no-bed-at-all-because-they’re-in-a-bookshop! CATS!! You know. All the classic tropes.

☕️ Pairing Suggestion: Enjoy during your break at work with a cup of classic hot cocoa as you read about their sheltering from the cold snow storm

For more Christmas fic recs: 2022; 2021; 2020; 2019; 2018; 2017

[greenchrysanthemum20]

Permanent Changes to Brain Chemistry (Or, This isn't the Genre you Think it is)

Hmmm, been thinking about Coffee Theory lately, and also the new wave of Aziraphale had a plan and was trying to communicate in Secret Code to Crowley but Crowley didn't get the part where it was in fact a code..... I have to wonder as someone who has been around the fandom block once or twice, I think both of these theories come from the same place: The Sherlock Hiatus. Yes, folks, we are in the new rendition of The Hiatus™. It feels weird to call it that, as Good Omens is not a show that regularly airs but that fact that we will be in a drought of Canon from August 2023 to 2026 at probably the soonest means that we are in fact in A Hiatus Season. Well, what the fuck does Sherlock have to do with Good Omens ??

I'm glad you asked! My New Thought of the week is that the Sherlock Hiatus permanently changed the brain chemistry on this website, or at least of fans of a certain stripe. Sherlock was a show that I obsessed over (rather late to the game, in 2017), and so did many others. With the cliffhanger of Sherlock's jump at the end of season 2, there was nothing for fans to do but theorize and theorize and theorize.

Sherlock was also a show that actively hated its queer legacy, and by extension, its fandom (looking at you, Steven Moffat). This is getting long so my point is, I think the off-beat super complex theories about GO and the final fifteen come from a place of being actively cat-fished by Sherlock, years ago. I mean, Sherlock S3E1 basically took all of fans' theories, tore them to shreds, spit on them, lit them on fire, and then presented it's own, Even More Crackpot theory as to how Sherlock survived??? The whiplash, maaaan.

So fans, having gone through All Of That, with Sherlock, have now come to almost expect mysteries in fannish shows to be overly complicated. And just, that isn't how Good Omens works?? Like, Neil and the rest of the cast and crew Do Love the fandom, and want to tell a story that is Doing Right by the fans. (Dottie and Sadie in Neil's asks are hard not to swing as the products of a good natured uncle winking and thumbing his nose at you). And second, I think these elaborate theories mistake the final fifteen as being part of a mystery show when in reality the final fifteen are part of a tragedy. Aziraphale is Hamlet. He is a tragic hero. We are to root for him, despite his flaws, or even because of them. It is because of Aziraphale's altruism that he makes the choices that he does. Altruism is Aziraphale's Hamartia, his tragic flaw.

He may be being played by Metatron, but because of who he is as a character, as a guardian and protector, Aziraphale cannot walk away from the chance to protect the earth and make things better in heaven without sacrificing a large part of his values and Who He Is. Metatron knows that Aziraphale is altruistic, as a constant, but that that altruism can be twisted and led astray.

In a tragedy, there is a point called Peripeteia, which means the point in which the tragic hero's flaw condemns them to a certain course of action. This is what we see Aziraphale go through in the final fifteen.

He is offered a choice, and he makes a choice, and in the end, it isn't a choice. Looking at GO through the lens of a tragedy, all of those statement can coexist, and they each have equal weight.

Crowley, on the other hand, is Orpheus. Don't look back. You are leaving, you are on your way out the door, you can sense her presence behind you. Don't look back. The cavern grows darker, the threat looms larger, you talk into the echoes, and every time you hear her reply, you cannot tell how far away she is from you. Don't look back.

You look back. You kiss him, furiously, in a bookshop. You have looked. She is taken from you. Crowley knew that that kiss was never going to have worked. But he needed to kiss Aziraphale anyway. He never could have told Aziraphale before the Metatron showed up that he loved him. (Can one blame Orpheus, for being a plaything to the muses?) (Can one escape a Hell that doesn't send Strongly Worded letters?)

You have to look. You have to love her. You have to let her know you love her, even as you cannot have her.

Obviously, Good Omens as a whole isn't a tragedy, but the final fifteen of Season 2 are one, and I think we have a lot to learn from treating them as such.

[morrak]

Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 119

Kafka again, if you’ll allow it. Schocken’s 1998 preparation of The Trial, translated by Breon Mitchell. I’ll insert the relevant frontmatter lower down since there’s substantially more to it than that.

The How

I have a strained relationship with the concept of dedicated bookmarks, which basically means I don’t have any. If a book is delicate I prefer to avoid leaving anything inside, but for beaters I’ll usually default to whatever flattish jetsam (flatsam?) I have to hand. One consequence of that bad habit is that this post is a new (and, as you’ll see in the next paragraph, somewhat shared) record for exactitude in The How — there’s still a receipt in this bad boy.

The year was 2017. The month and day were May and the seventh, respectively. It was 17:25 and a certain me checked out at a bookshop with this, that copy of Investigations of a Dog, the first volume of Paper Girls, and the recently released Beren and Luthien. The Kafkas were fodder for a trip on which this sustained most of its wear (so far).

The Text

I mean, it’s Der fucking Prozess. I could take several angles here, but instead I mostly won’t. Any version of this book is, perhaps even more than most, inalienably the product of editing — choices have been made for this version that I think work as well as any might.

I remember liking Breon Mitchell’s translation, and especially the preface that accompanies it. That’s archived here (though called an afterword) for anyone who’s interested, and indeed anyone who isn’t. This isn’t just an English rendition, but rather an English rendition of a very straight-laced 1990 critical edition. Good stuff; makes me want to see more of Schocken’s Kafka offerings.

The Object

For bonus points, use the back of this page to jot down your best explanation of why I feel like deckle edges make a book my ideological enemy. I’m not sure myself, but something about them in mass production really makes my teeth itch.

As I said above, this has traveled. Not hard, but lots. The binding is sad and the over-cover’s adhesive is failing, but the text block is fine. Eh. Decent paperback.

The Why, Though?

Because it’s Der fucking Prozess, and because it’s Kafka and I’m a registered user on www.tumblr.com. Pretty sure that’s in the EULA.

[bananafishgorillashoelace]

Hiiiii good omens tumblr :D

My name is Q (they/she/he, main is @queriesntheories), I capped off 2023 by getting into Good Omens and oh goodness if I watched it back in 2017 when I saw youtube ads for S1 I think I would be very very different xD glad to be here nonetheless!! I am most certainly putting the queer into my username with a sideblog like this

I am a very big Aziraphale enjoyer and I will protect Muriel with my life <3 Planning to dig into reading the actual book sooner or later as well as the audiobooks/radio play flavours of the series, but we'll get there when we get there!! i'll probably tag what flavour posts i make are from if we get to that point

I may post art here sometimes, you'll find that under #bookshop doodles if and when it happens

This blog's probably going to run on queue btw

if you have any fic recs pleaseeeee tell me (asks/messages, idm which)

hope you have a good day, go hydrate n stretch n such ^^

[o-druida-ebrio]

"The Bookshop" (2017)

Dir. Isabel Coixet.

[luckypluckychair]

The Bookshop | 2017 | Germany - Spain - UK

Director: Isabel Coixet

Production designer: Llorenç Miquel / Set decorator: Rebeca Comerma

[lawofcollage]

Are you looking for an awesome, queer art book?

Mine is on pre-sale now! I've written the Coffee Table Book of Pride Flags which discusses a multitude of queer identities and several subcultures/adjacent cultures (think leather and rubber communities) while showing off my collages!

If you've been following me for a while, you know that I've been creating pride flag collages since 2017 (or at least for several years). This is a culmination of that and will be out on October 1st, just in time for LGBT+ History month!

So many of you are part of the reason behind this book. Tumblr has been where I have learned about queer identities far and wide, including my own when I was a teenager (hello out there, ace Tumblr), and you have continued to educate me (most recently with people who use it/its pronouns). You're gems, and I'm really excited to share this with you.

SO. Where can you buy it?

Amazon or Barnes & Noble

The moment I know it's on sale at a small bookshop, I will tell you because you should support small bookshops far more than the big ones

Also, if you like it or want to read it and don't have the money (because art books can be more expensive), suggest it to your local library!!!! That way you and others can enjoy it even if you can't afford it.

[sitp-recs]

Hi there! Love your blog so much, it’s keeping me in fics lately! Do you have any kid fic recs ala All I Want For Christmas (is for you to stop talking) or Put Your Guns Away It’s Tea Time? I love a good family fic!

Hi anon! I haven’t read those two fics so I hope my recs below work for you. I don’t have many because I’m picky about kid fic and read them very occasionally, but if you’re looking for family feels these are my personal favourites:

Far Side by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 833 words)

Harry has a photograph of Draco and Scorpius on his desk at work. He says it's his favourite.

Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (2018, G, 5k)

Draco's a father, Harry's in love with him, and it's really hard to take things slow.

the trembling of the moment by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm and porcelainsalt (2020, G, 5.3k)

In which Draco's quiet single-parent life is not so much interrupted as unexpectedly harmonised.

A Hippogriff for Christmas by @xanthippe74 (2019, G, 6k)

Draco is desperately trying to fulfill four-year-old Scorpius’ dearest wish for Christmas: a visit with a live Hippogriff. Harry is desperately trying to be left alone, safely tucked away from the attention of the wizarding world as Hogwarts’ Keeper of the Keys and Grounds. It might take more than a father’s persistence to convince Harry to help make Scorpius’ Christmas dream come true.

Our Ordinary Days by Lomonaaeren (2012, M, 8.5k)

Two men, both fathers of sons, meet in a bookshop. And the rest is the kind of history that doesn't make history.

Portrait of a Young Girl by @thusspoketrish (2019, M, 8.6k)

Recently married, Harry and Draco are tasked with raising a four-year old Teddy, whose emerging gender identity brings up an array of questions, fears, and revelations for them when they realise that Teddy might be transgender.

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (2012, E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (2022, M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness by @ghaniblue (2021, E, 16k)

Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words.

The Strongest Affinity by eidheann (2014, T, 17k)

Trouble finding a wand for Scorpius leads Harry and Draco to something they never imagined.

Dating for Dads in Denial by @aibidil (2017, T, 25k)

In which one wizard designs and another reluctantly patronises a magical matchmaking service, amidst the chaos of children and parenting.

"Dad says" by GallaPlacidia (2019, NR, 39k)

Eleven-year-old Scorpius starts writing to Harry. Harry starts to fall in love with Draco through his portrayal in his son's letters.