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    For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn't let him do it alone.

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    31 Oct 2018

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    Guys. G u y s. I have no words right now but like. This is everything I didn't know I needed. It looks at the wizarding world post-war and canon up until then and goes - you know what? This society won't change. So how can we make it change?
    The answer? So damn satisfying to see explored.
    When Harry Potter decides to become a dark lord, you know something is broken.

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    The students of Dumbledore’s Army had many badges. A gold coin that called them first to lessons and then to war. Scar tissue that ran across the back of many of their hands. I must not tell lies.

    Another: the sound of clacking footsteps on stone sent each and every one of them scattering, even years after. The only people bold enough to walk loudly were not safe.

    Parvati went out on the anniversary of not the battle but the day she left Gryffindor Tower for the DA and the Room of Requirement. She bought a pair of heels, their red as loud as the sound they made on hard floors.

    Dennis Creevey sent her Muggle sneakers for Christmas and she wore those when she needed to be stealthy (scuffed purple and white peeking out from beneath her robes) but she wore the heels on office days, interrogations, on nights out, because she wanted to be unafraid, because she wanted to be the scariest thing in the room.

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    17 Aug 2018

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    Some nights, Parvati wondered how am I supposed to do this?

    "I will be brave," she’d whisper. By the time she woke up in the morning, her pillow would have dried.

    This is bravery. Sometimes just breathing is bravery. Remembering them. Never give up. Never give them up.

    Parvati was so much more than brave, but this was where she started, this is where she would always start. She gave herself a place to stand: trampled, solid ground at the very center of her.

    I will be brave.

    So let's talk about bravery. Let's talk about the girl crying outside the closed door of the Room of Requirement because she is not sure she wants to know what she needs, because she is not sure she deserves to need things.

    Let's talk about ownership. Lavender painting on her face in wartime, Padma painting every space she's ever lived in, every space but her own skin.

    Let's talk about phoenixes, about fires you cannot put out: reborn, slain, reborn, but the same bird. Phoenix tears heal—their tears. Let's talk about how the thing that transforms death into something more is grief.

    Yes, please, all of this and the rest of it too.

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    28 Jun 2018

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    This is my go-to Marvel fic series, really. I have loved this thing for years and years, it's the perfect balance of humour and gut-punch feels, with all of the found family you could want. I just. really adore this. I do not have the words for how much this means to me

    Also long excerpt because long 'verse

    “Shouldn't be long now,” he said, bracing one knee and smiling up at the gathered protesters. They were milling around, looking at him with worried eyes and confusion and no small amount of trepidation.

    Drew ducked under the barrier. “Do you want to, you know, move him away from here?” he asked, crouching down next to Steve.

    “Why?” Steve said.

    “People are taking pictures,” Drew said. “Uh, you do realize what we're doing here, right?”

    Steve arched his eyebrows. “I can read. Looks to me like you're protesting for federal recognition, as opposed to state recognition, for the right to marry.”

    “Gay marriage,” Drew said, calm about it.

    “I like weddings,” Steve said. “All for 'em.”

    “You maybe shouldn't be photographed here-” Drew started, and Steve lost his temper.

    “Thanks for the consideration, and I'm trying not to take offense here, I really am, but if I had an issue with where I currently was standing, I'm old enough to move. I don't have any problem with being photographed here, in fact, give me a dang sign, and I'll be photographed holding that, and it's kind of insulting you think that I would have a problem with being photographed here,” he said, shoulders tight. “I think that denying any American citizen a basic right of any kind is just an EMBARRASSMENT for everything that this country stands for, and the sooner we get over this sort of exclusionary political nonsense, the better.”

    Drew stared at him. “I want to hug you. You are the most adorable human being in the entire world,” he said, at last.

    “The terrifying thing is that he's completely sincere,” Tony said, making everyone jump, because he had appeared out of the gathering crowd without his usual chaos. Probably because everyone was busy watching Steve make an idiot out of himself. He had a hot dog in one hand and large flat case slung over his shoulder. He tipped his head forward, eyes dancing behind the lenses of his glasses. “C'mon, Cap, you have to tell the rest of us when you're going to go out to fight for social justice, it's only fair. We're bored, too.”

    “It was a spur of the moment thing,” Steve explained. “Sometimes social injustice just HAPPENS.”

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    Harveste began like this - another inconspicuous day in a slew of boring days, starting off with a perfunctory visit to the market, messing about with what could possibly be a very silly idea, and ending in a sense of accomplishment and the first installment. The day after that, buoyed into hitherto unfamiliar levels of ecstasy by readers’ comments (seriously, thank you so much to my first readers), the second installment. And then it just snowballed from there: the researching, the planning, watching and searching out all the little macabre details in a feverish giddy rush.

    My absolute favorite project, hands down, and the one I’ve had the most progress with. I’m quite proud that this is the first contribution I’ll be making to AO3, and I’m certain it won’t be the last. I hope this inspires me to continue and finish what I’ve started, because dear Harveste deserves that.

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    26 Jun 2018

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    because it's always a good idea to enjoy the Addams Family au. Always.

    Will add the quoted excerpt upon my next re-read <3

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    Antonia Stark was born a girl...and changed the world by not having a dick. Who knew? Also, she's a Guide. Tony still ends up in a cave in Afghanistan with iron in her heart and a box of scraps, and she still escapes. With style. And explosions - lots of explosions. Meeting a viking god from another realm - who's also a Sentinel - in the desert? Not part of her life plan. Good thing she's an engineer - and that he's very pretty. Tony likes pretty things.

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    04 Jun 2018

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    I have such a weakness for fem Tony Stark it's unreal. And this is like, one of the best examples of why. Badassery, snark, stubborn refusal to bow and be a pretty ornament, the social commentary, and how Tony will always be Tony Fucking Stark thank you very much, the s n a r k -
    Paired with the sentinel fusion and just - ugh yes so much yes please and thank you

    Also. That epilogue scene is going to have me cackling at inopportune moments for a long, long time