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I was reading this manga earlier and now I desperately need a tomarry fic where they attend Hogwarts together (time travel, some other au, it doesn't matter) and they both think the other one is psychotic. Harry's pov has Tom as seemingly regal but Harry knows he's a little FREAK. And Tom's pov shows Harry in a similar light, the quidditch captain, the golden boy, but he's also Tom Riddle's stalker, and a little freak just like Tom. Like they're both under the impression that they themselves are totally fine and sane, it's the OTHER GUY who's fucking bonkers but like. They're both so insane.

Idk if there's a fic like this already but if there is SOMEONE TELL ME RN

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Tomarry. That's it That's the post

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After seeing about 50 'Dumbledore is evil' and 'everything is Dumbledore's fault' and 'but why didn't Dumbledore did this or the other' posts in a row, I find myself wishing Dumbledore just fucked off to somewhere nice and sunny in '81, early retirement (or is it early if he's already 100?) and washed his hands off magical Britain entirely.

Some of y'all sound like Fudge with your Dumbledore bashing. I wish, at least, Dumbledore would have left when Fudge and that corrupt as hell Ministry did their best to ruin his name and his image.

Pack up his ancient shit and move to a nice beach somewhere, with his pet bird and a huge bag of candy.

This way, my man Voldemort could have won in like five minutes, and Harry would be dead, Voldemort would rule supreme, Bella would keep being the queen she is, and my little Voldemort shaped heart would be happy.

But no, Dumbledore stayed, orchestrated Voldemort's downfall by giving Harry step by step instructions, gave up his own life in the process, made sure Harry would keep his, because apparently that's what 'evil men' do instead of retiring in comfort.

Not only Harry wouldn't have survived without Dumbledore, but he most likely wouldn't even exist without Dumbledore. Because, you know, this evil man is also the one that took down another dark lord back in the day; if Grindelwald would have won, there would be no Lily, most likely. Thus no Harry.

But yes, go get your 'Dumbledore is evil' badges- I hear Fudge and Umbridge are leaders of the hate club, I'm sure they'll receive new followers with open arms. Draco is probably the secretary, because he hates Dumbledore, too, and he likes making badges.

Also, can someone explain to me how Dumbledore, the only gay man in canon, became the fandom's resident homophobe? That's just weird, my friends. Very weird, to say the least. It gets even nastier when you say he 'groomed' students. That's an awful thing to throw around about a gay dude, you know?

There are so many reasons one can dislike Dumbledore for, but you do have the option to not like a flawed character without turning them into a ridiculous caricature of themselves.

P.S: I am not talking about fics. Write your fics and your characters however you want, whatever makes you happy. Your fic is your domain, and you do whatever you want in there, hopefully with no asshole to attack you in the comments. Same with reading- read what you want, bashing or no bashing. Have the best of fun!

I am talking about these 'meta' type posts on social media, tagged with "Albus Dumbledore", where they act as if canon Dumbledore was legit evil, incompetent or homophobic.

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"if you ship this thing it's because you're too naïve to understand that it's toxic and that you wouldn't like a relationship like this" actually it's because I see one of them as a mentos drop and the other as a bottle of coke zero and I want to watch the mess they'll be together

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Tom, who is cranky and annoyed, because it's too hot and sweaty outside; Tom, who is anxious and nervous, because he drank one cup too many and now is over caffeinated; Tom, who is neurotic and antsy, because he wants to be left alone; Tom, who hates being touched; Tom, who is an insufferable cunt at his worst; Tom, who..

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Thinking about an AU where Harry travels back to the first war with Voldemort when his parents are still alive. An AU where he is Voldemort's soulmate. An AU where you can't kill your soulmate. Thinking about Harry just fucking with Vee while knowing that.

(because in his time his Voldemort is dead, he was dead because he tried to kill Harry and it backfired. Because in his time Harry lost his other half and broke. That is why he time travels or was forced to travel back by Hermione and Ron because they could see that the loss of soulmate was slowly killing Harry.)

So imagine a fic where Voldemort and Harry are soulmates but Harry learns that after Voldemort dies. So he goes back to the past and start fucking with him out of spite but also protects him and slowly but surely ends up protecting the world.

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I did tomarry and...

incredibly rushed and made while Very Tirwd but .new ship bingo :3333

send me ships 2 do this with or rb 2 do it yrself idc …………

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Came back wrong

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i just thought this part of the song fits TMR a lot ^ o ^b 

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Voldemort is the kind of man who becomes sexier as he ages. At 20 he's attractive, but at 50 he's sinfully hot. That's just who he is

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Harry crushing voldemort's head between his thighs while getting eaten out

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please baby come back I promise I won't transmit horrific images into your mind via our psychic bond anymore

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Snippet from entwined, my tomarry ballad of songbirds and snakes au on ao3:

Mayor Aberforth drew a name from the bowl, which was rubbish since he already knew the capitol picked their players. They didn't want to leave anything up to chance, even something as simple as a slaughter (but, well, it wasn't so simple this year, was it?) 

“Hermione Granger,” the mayor announced. 

A girl with dark hair as big and frizzy as Tom had ever seen it squared her shoulders and marched up the stage, her “Sunday best” having clearly seen better days. The dress was worn and dirty in many places, the flowery pattern—either lavender or lilac—faded to look almost grey. 

She stood like a soldier prepared for war, but there was nothing else remarkable about her. 

“Lucretia Black, the girl is yours,” Slughorn announced. 

Well, perhaps they could suffer together. The last tribute was his, after all. 

“Harry Potter,” Aberforth called. 

The camera was pointed at a young man, hair wild and dark like an untamed forest. His eyes were startlingly green beneath a pair of glasses that were both too big for him and had clearly seen better days. His skin was warm, dark and tan, freckles prominent enough to count through the screen. 

There was a stubborn set to his jaw that Tom knew reflected in himself, a determined hardness to his eyes that gave him pause. 

The boy didn't move towards the stage quite yet. The air felt charged around him, tense and waiting for his next move. He radiated confidence and an air of sophistication that didn't match his appearance; he looked even less presentable than the girl, shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

Finally, Harry—was that really his full name? What kind of parents did he have?—shouldered his way through the crowd, people parting for him like he was some sort of celebrity. 

A large, pudgy boy snorted as Harry approached, face full of smug satisfaction. He seemed to be saying something, but the broadcast didn’t pick it up. Tom watched Harry walk up to the boy, pause for a brief moment before continuing on. A flash of movement so fast Tom wasn’t entirely sure what happened. 

Then pandemonium erupted.

The boy started flailing and screaming, his smug expression morphing into one of terror as he clawed at his clothes like he was itching like crazy. “GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! MUM! MUM!” 

“It’s not poisonous,” Harry called without even looking back as he strode up to the dais while Aurors swarmed the still-screaming boy and Tom finally realised what Harry had done when one of the Aurors pulled a snake from the back of the boy’s shirt. 

He dumped a snake down his shirt, and continued walking as if he’d done nothing. 

Gasps erupted throughout the room, students whispering to each other and shooting Tom a few glances, the looks ranging from pity to contempt. 

“Did you see that?” 

“Was that a snake?” 

“Did he kill him?” 

Tom may have been slightly impressed, but he shoved that feeling down. He didn't care if the boy could walk on water, he wasn't going to ogle him like the rest of his district was doing. Like a handful of the other mentors were doing.  

“He's all yours, Tom Riddle,” Slughorn smiled. 

Jaw clenched so tight he was shocked he didn't crack a molar, Tom nodded. He didn't take his eyes off the screen as Harry stood proud on the stage, hands shoved in his pockets like this happened every day, as if the Reaping was beneath him. Then he turned his sharp gaze back to the still-shaking boy and two people fluttering around him that had to be his parents. 

“Tom?” Alphard murmured under his breath. 

He didn't reply, just sent him a scathing look before turning back towards the screen, his tribute—and oh how he liked the sound of that—now standing on the stage on the opposite side as the girl, her name inconsequential to Tom. 

Unlike the upper districts, no one even attempted to look happy.

Harry tilted his chin up, eyes defiantly staring up at the screen, and for a moment, Tom felt those eyes pierce his very soul. He scanned the entire crowd, Aurors included and shouted, “You can kiss my ass!”

Then the Aurors grabbed the tributes and hauled them away as the camera started to turn away. The girl looked undignified and scattered, but the boy looked above it all, somehow regal even as he was dragged away by a uniformed man.

The cameras went dark before flashing the signal of the capitol, Grindelwald’s symbol of power; a triangle with a line through it and a small circle in the centre.

Slughorn clapped his hands together, turning towards the students. “I hope everyone was paying attention, because we will not be going over this again. The tributes are due to arrive tomorrow. Good luck students,” Slughorn said, and he sounded inanely sincere. “And may the odds be in your favour.”

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Maybe it's just because I'm writing a tomarry ballad of songbirds and snakes au, but olivia rodrigo's can't catch me now has SUCH harry vibes specifically this part:

"You can't, you can't catch me now

I'm comin' like a storm into your town

You can't, you can't catch me now

I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down

You can't, you can't catch me now,"

Harry is the storm coming in to wreck Tom's life, and that's one of my FAVORITE tomarry tropes

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i love how harry has escaped voldemort so many times that by book 7 it's like:

Voldemort: Avada Kedavra!

Harry: ...

Voldemort: ...

Bellatrix: You did it! You finally killed him.

Voldemort: ....

Voldemort: Someone go poke him with a stick to check.