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why can Cecil be shipped with literally everyone… Cecil and Debbie, it works cuz he was there for her when her husband left, does everything he can to protect her. Cecil and Donald, office romance where they’re both gay and repressed and Donald takes care of Cecil when Cecil’s too busy saving the world to take care of himself. Cecil and Nolan, Cecil is the only human who’s powerful enough to dominate Nolan, who deep down appreciates being challenged for once. Cecil and Mark, or honestly Cecil and any of the heroes that work for him, it’s this age gap power imbalance where Cecil sees himself as owning/controlling the people that work for him, controlling their pleasure, despite the fact that they could easily overpower him. Cecil and Conquest, they’re lonely old men who never got to have a life outside of the horrible things they do for their respective planets.

What other Cecil ships have y’all seen out there??

“that character is problematic” i am sick and twisted. next

“that character is irredeemable” god i hope so. i hope they get worse

I love how under Harry's indifference, apathy, and cynical personally there's genuinely someone who believes and holds hope for the future, who thinks people can change and who's heart will bleed for everyone if he lets it, who at his core genuinely believes people are worth saving

He's mean and snarky, he's hard to get along with and doesn't get people, he hates it when other's cry and can't comfort anyone for the life of him, he's blunt and abrasive, he's judgmental, he's impulsive, he lies, he's secretive, he's nosy to a fault

He loves being around other people, he's kind and empathic, he hates seeing other people be mistreated, he always stands up for what's right, he's noble and does his best to do right by everyone, he's sweet and polite, he's genuine, he's altruistic, he's perceptive and notices details other people ignore, he's trusting, he see's the good in others

he wants to be the one to kill Voldemort, he forgives Voldemort and offers him a chance at redemption, he resents the adults in his life for not protecting him, he cares so deeply about them and forgives them, he's depressed and stops caring about his hobbies and passions, magic and learning new things still sparks joy in him

Deep inside of him, no matter how much hope he’s lost, how much he's changed, how the world has shaped him just down to whatever he needs to survive, he's the boy who sits in front of a mirror just to catch a glimpse of his dead family, he's the boy who wants to die standing upright so he can at least die like his parents, he's the boy who's only concern is making it back to his friends when he's attacked by dementors, who gets through the summers with he mere thought of reuniting with his godfather, he’s still the boy in the cupboard who dreams every for a distant relative to come take him away and save him

Harry is at his core is so, so resilient

Perhaps not so belovèd.

@dufferpuffer heheheh

in times like these at least i have the character

Tom Riddle was a Victorian ghost girl trapped in a boy’s body. Obsessed with diaries. Refused to die. Loved monologuing. Definitely cursed some lace, cursed boys, cursed fate itself. If you don't see the haunted femininity in him, you're not paying attention.

Everyone who reads tomarry has read a time travel fic, this is common knowledge. Now, we know the 1940s was much different than the 90s and we all know Harry is a stubborn shit.

I bring this up because I think it would be really funny if Harry wears time accurate clothes but refuses to gel his hair or cut it into a more acceptable style. Or he refuses to tie his tie when he isn’t in classes and is always wearing something slightly wrong just because that’s what they did in the 90s.

People question it, he’s even called slurs occasionally, but he couldn’t care less. Instead like the stubborn shit he is he decides to grow his hair out past his chin and tie it up in a half up. He starts to unbutton the top button constantly and his tie gets looser and looser because who are they to boss him around?

No, he doesn’t bother to change how he talks, only taking out slang words that’s not of the time. He doesn’t try to act like the perfect gentleman, instead he acts like himself and ignores the scathing remarks. When people talk about women in a crude way or say they need to cover up more Harry cuts in rudely and defends them. He does the exact same for muggleborns too and everyone doesn’t know what to do with him.

Hogwarts was expecting another meek war orphan but are instead met by a boy who refuses to fit in and gets detentions left and right. They meet a boy who doesn’t put up with their shit and refuses to play their games, instead moving to the beat of his own drum. Where most will let things slide he simply doesn’t, calling out both teachers and students.

And you know what’s weird? People love it, love the oddly cold and also fiery boy they’re met with. He has a certain charm they can’t seem to pinpoint, the younger years looking up to him. Yes, the traditional purebloods hate his guts at first, but soon they see the unbridled power he holds and hidden intellect hidden behind the stubbornness.

Harry Potter or even Harry Evans is a mystery they can’t seem to understand, all they know is his personality is intoxicating. Suddenly people are standing up for themselves and others, people becoming more open in what they believe in. And with it comes new trends like loose ties and no longer gelled hair.

Moments before harry throws tom to the ground after slipping into his bed

@huurreauthor >:3

saying ao3 needs to censor certain content is like saying a museum can't have still life art that includes strawberries because you don't like them.

these are not real strawberries. you do not have to, and in fact cannot, eat them. no one with a strawberry allergy will be harmed by looking at them. no migrant workers were exploited in the picking of these strawberries. there were no questionable farming practices or negative environmental impacts from growing or transporting them.

because - and i cannot stress this enough - they are not real strawberries.

if you don't like strawberries, you don't have to look at the paintings. in fact, you can get a map of the museum that lists what works are in what rooms and just. not go in there. if you see one by mistake, you can look away. just keep walking. there's plenty of other stuff to see.

yes, real strawberries can cause real quantifiable harm to real people.

but again. these are not real strawberries.

you may have whatever feelings you like about strawberries, and so can i. you can draw and write about whatever fruit floats your boat, and so can i, even if that happens to be strawberries. and we can hang our art side by side in the same gallery, provided you understand that my strawberries are not about you (and your kumquats are, shocker, not about me) and that - and this is true - neither are real.

and when the fascists break down the doors and grab all the strawberry paintings and heap them in the street and set them on fire, please know that they are coming for your kumquats next.

so if you want a place where you can show off your beautiful kumquat art safely, you're gonna have to tolerate having some strawberries in the next room.

and that's okay. because the strawberries aren't real.

sorry for curling up at your feet and whimpering like an injured dog that wasn't very mysterious of me

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Quill Me Softly - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

⊹ pairing: tom riddle x harry potter | tomarry

⊹ rating: mature - 18+ only | MDNI

⊹ tags: professor tom riddle, gay panic, mind reading, teacher/student dynamic, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, AU, friction/rubbing.

⊹ word count: 1.6k

└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

summary: on april fool’s day, harry swaps professor riddle’s quill with a charmed one that lets him hear the man’s thoughts. it was supposed to be a prank. it becomes something else entirely.

There were two types of students at Hogwarts come April 1st: the ones who caused utter mayhem, and the poor sods who gulped down trick sweets and spent weeks croaking like toads in heat.

Harry Potter found himself somewhere in the middle. Never quite as sly as the Weasley twins, nor half as rambunctious as Peeves, but clever enough to cause a proper ruckus when he fancied. And this year? Oh, he had a very particular bone to pick. Had a very special target in mind.

Professor Riddle.

It wasn’t the man's brilliance—though, admittedly, his was keen enough to make anyone feel like a downright dimwit. No, it was that insufferable, 'I’m better than you and I know it' smugness that made you want to hex him just for breathing.

Tom was impossibly young for a professor. No one knew how he’d landed the job, but Harry was fairly certain it had something to do with that pompous little academic pin he always wore.

The man didn’t bother with robes. No, he stalked the halls in slacks and blinding white shirts with sleeves rolled up high. His waistcoats? Always pristine, likely charmed—or verbally threatened—not to wrinkle. Harry hadn’t proved it yet, but he had his suspicions. He was also maddeningly punctual and far too bloody observant for Harry’s liking.

In short: Harry hated him.

Which is exactly why, at the ungodly hour of six o’clock, Harry had crept into the DADA classroom like a man on a mission and swapped out Professor Riddle’s prized silver-nibbed quill for a lookalike. Not just any quill—a charmed one.

Quill Me Softly - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

⊹ pairing: tom riddle x harry potter | tomarry

⊹ rating: mature - 18+ only | MDNI

⊹ tags: professor tom riddle, gay panic, mind reading, teacher/student dynamic, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, AU, friction/rubbing.

⊹ word count: 1.6k

└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

summary: on april fool’s day, harry swaps professor riddle’s quill with a charmed one that lets him hear the man’s thoughts. it was supposed to be a prank. it becomes something else entirely.

There were two types of students at Hogwarts come April 1st: the ones who caused utter mayhem, and the poor sods who gulped down trick sweets and spent weeks croaking like toads in heat.

Harry Potter found himself somewhere in the middle. Never quite as sly as the Weasley twins, nor half as rambunctious as Peeves, but clever enough to cause a proper ruckus when he fancied. And this year? Oh, he had a very particular bone to pick. Had a very special target in mind.

Professor Riddle.

It wasn’t the man's brilliance—though, admittedly, his was keen enough to make anyone feel like a downright dimwit. No, it was that insufferable, 'I’m better than you and I know it' smugness that made you want to hex him just for breathing.

Tom was impossibly young for a professor. No one knew how he’d landed the job, but Harry was fairly certain it had something to do with that pompous little academic pin he always wore.

The man didn’t bother with robes. No, he stalked the halls in slacks and blinding white shirts with sleeves rolled up high. His waistcoats? Always pristine, likely charmed—or verbally threatened—not to wrinkle. Harry hadn’t proved it yet, but he had his suspicions. He was also maddeningly punctual and far too bloody observant for Harry’s liking.

In short: Harry hated him.

Which is exactly why, at the ungodly hour of six o’clock, Harry had crept into the DADA classroom like a man on a mission and swapped out Professor Riddle’s prized silver-nibbed quill for a lookalike. Not just any quill—a charmed one.

Quill Me Softly - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

⊹ pairing: tom riddle x harry potter | tomarry

⊹ rating: mature - 18+ only | MDNI

⊹ tags: professor tom riddle, gay panic, mind reading, teacher/student dynamic, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, AU, friction/rubbing.

⊹ word count: 1.6k

└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

summary: on april fool’s day, harry swaps professor riddle’s quill with a charmed one that lets him hear the man’s thoughts. it was supposed to be a prank. it becomes something else entirely.

There were two types of students at Hogwarts come April 1st: the ones who caused utter mayhem, and the poor sods who gulped down trick sweets and spent weeks croaking like toads in heat.

Harry Potter found himself somewhere in the middle. Never quite as sly as the Weasley twins, nor half as rambunctious as Peeves, but clever enough to cause a proper ruckus when he fancied. And this year? Oh, he had a very particular bone to pick. Had a very special target in mind.

Professor Riddle.

It wasn’t the man's brilliance—though, admittedly, his was keen enough to make anyone feel like a downright dimwit. No, it was that insufferable, 'I’m better than you and I know it' smugness that made you want to hex him just for breathing.

Tom was impossibly young for a professor. No one knew how he’d landed the job, but Harry was fairly certain it had something to do with that pompous little academic pin he always wore.

The man didn’t bother with robes. No, he stalked the halls in slacks and blinding white shirts with sleeves rolled up high. His waistcoats? Always pristine, likely charmed—or verbally threatened—not to wrinkle. Harry hadn’t proved it yet, but he had his suspicions. He was also maddeningly punctual and far too bloody observant for Harry’s liking.

In short: Harry hated him.

Which is exactly why, at the ungodly hour of six o’clock, Harry had crept into the DADA classroom like a man on a mission and swapped out Professor Riddle’s prized silver-nibbed quill for a lookalike. Not just any quill—a charmed one.

voldemort, like a real snake, likes to sleep in the warmth