The Anon That Was Going On About Estrogen Was So Close To The Point But Just Veered Off To The Left 💀

I think Arthur would be everyone’s favorite grandpa. His own grandchildren would probably cringe a bit, but the muggle kids would feel SO proud to have impressed such an adorable old man. I think they’d bring him some of their favorite, most mundane muggle objects just because Arthur would understand the hype and geek out about it together. It’s not what Arthur intended, but once he realized how good it made these kids feel, he just allowed everyone to call him grandpa. Everyone is his grandchild now.

Sirius Black Headcanons.

FAMILY.

Sirius Black is half French and half Japanese.

Walburga Black was the one born and raised in Japan. Orion, is the one that’s French.

The Japanese side of the family is suppressed, to be forgotten, as demanded by the Blacks.

Sirius only knows a little bit of Japanese thanks to the family outcast, Uncle Alphard. Regulus also learned, but he knows a little less.

Sirius and Regulus used to be the same reckless, bold child. They were always standing up for each other no matter the consequences. It was them against the world.

Sirius and Regulus were secretly close up until the winter holidays of Sirius’ fifth year. They were supposed to run away together, but Orion had held Regulus back. Sirius thought that his younger brother had simply changed his mind.

SCHOOL/FRIENDS/ENEMIES.

During his first year, Sirius refused to be associated with his own House. He didn’t want to further disappoint his parents, not to mention that a part of him believed the Black values.

It wasn’t until his second year that Sirius realized that perhaps his family was wrong.

By third year, slurs were eliminated completely from his mind and vocabulary and he was working hard to fully let go of everything he had grown up in.

DISABILITY + MENTAL HEALTH.

Sirius is completely deaf on his left ear. His family was embarrassed to have a son with a disability, so they instilled in his mind that it was something to hide.

During the first few years at Hogwarts, Sirius would exhaust himself while trying to read lips without people noticing.

It was frustrating and humiliating whenever he missed something and he was forced to asked the person to repeat what they’d said.

Even after his friends found out about it, Sirius refused to acknowledge it. He would not be known as a pitiful, disabled kid.

Classes were difficult, especially if the professor had the tendency of walking around the classroom. Sirius would sometimes copy the notes off of James without saying anything.

James always noticed but let him do it.

Later on, a fully deaf kid arrived at Hogwarts and managed to teach Sirius to somewhat embrace his deafness. (Kinda debating whether this should be a part of my fic or not, please let me know what you think).

Sirius also suffered from childhood PTSD, especially after he ran away.

He would wake up in the middle of the night in pure terror, but he didn’t scream because in his mind, he’s still at Grimmauld Place, and they would have his head if he screamed so late at night. He was all trembles and whimpers and sweat and tears.

Each of the Marauders would take turns consoling him.

When Sirius started dating Remus, it was always him who would come. Eventually, they would just cuddle up together on the same bed.

I’m feeling called out and I don’t like it 🙃

maybe if you hate hp so much you shouldn’t be writing fifty page long dissertations about whether dumbles’ left nutsack is responsible for your ship not coming true

trying to prove a point to the boys at school

reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont

I like that it’s pretty much canon at this point, really. Like you said, they’re not enemies, and that is really refreshing.

Oh lord, now I’m gonna spiral thinking about Sirius and Snape.

Jeverus/Snames is a thing?

I just found out that there are people who ship James Potter with Snape and I don’t know how to deal with it. I’m not trying to shame anyone, but you’ve got Marauder stans and Snape stans and then you’ve got people who think they belong together? How? Where’s the logic behind that? I’m genuinely curious.

My First Heartbreak.

When I was in third grade, my mother decided that I should join ballet as a way to keep me distracted from what was happening with the divorce of my parents. I’m not sure what exactly made her think I would be interested in such a thing, back then I hated looking feminine in any way - and I mean it in a I-would-cry-and-throw-a-tantrum kind of way. But she did, and she dragged me along to every store that sold uniforms and ballet shoes and hair accessories and such, very much to my dismay. 

It was odd though, I frowned and whined throughout the entire process...until I was pushed into the classroom for beginner ballerinas. I don’t know what it was that stunned me into silence, maybe it was the fact that the teacher was so magnificently beautiful and I was too gay to deal with it; perhaps it was the amount of girls thrown in one room, all giggling and chatting away like a group of best friends even though the majority had only just met. All I know is that I loved the athmosphere around me. 

The ballet instructor, Miss Vazquez, was the sweetest woman I had every met, bless her soul. I was socially anxious, clumsy, and all-around awkward, but she didn’t let it stop her from patiently teaching me how to dance. I mean, to this day I have two left feet, but back then I had absolutely no body coordination. Still, each time I came remotely close to doing something right she would cheer and celebrate it like I was showing enough promise to become the next ballet legend. She taught me how to dance to the vibration of the music, since I’m deaf, and would always figure out new ways for me to improve. It came to the point where I convinced myself that I was in love with her, and that one day I would end up marrying her, when I was old enough. 

I became obsessed with ballet. I practiced any time I could; if you’d met me back then, you would have seen me scrambling to finish my classwork or test before anyone else and begging my teachers at school to let me practice in the halls while the rest of the class finished. It was unhealthy, but I wanted to impress Miss Vazquez. She had so much faith in me, she was always reassuring me that I could be as good as any other ballerina if I dedicated myself to it. Miss Vazquez always noticed the improvements, would always praise my efforts. It was like a drug that left me dazed for the rest of the weekend. 

Alas, it couldn’t last. The divorce of my parents were costing my mother a fortune, and she couldn’t afford to continue taking me to the ballet lessons. Not to mention that she needed to find someone to take care of my younger brother, who was a toddler at the time, and my grandmother was too sick to do it like she used to. So I stopped showing up. 

I never got to say goodbye, and I never saw Miss Vazquez again. We never recovered financially, so I was never able to continue dancing. It was the first time I experienced heartbreak, but looking back, it was a beautiful kind of ache. 

“you dont get to like the harry potter series because jk rowling sucks” correction: you dont get to monetarily support the harry potter series or fawn over jk rowling because jk rowling sucks. you have permission from me, a mixed trans person, to interact with the media, just recognize the bullshit and we’re good.

jk rowling doesnt like it when you make her characters trans. she doesnt like it when you throw the racism out and replace it with a more thoughtful worldbuild. she doesnt like it when you make the characters interested in actual institutional reform.

and i say: go for it.

make it queer, make it antifascist, make it intersectional, improve it, knowing that jk rowling hates that. be my fucking guest.

do not do her the courtesy of banishing yourself from her universe. by all means, be involved, and keep harry potter trans. she doesnt want harry potter to be trans. and thats why you should do it.

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anyone please ask your crush out like this

It makes me so angry that the first letters Harry receives refer to where he lives, which is under the cupboard. So they knew he was being abused, they knew and they did nothing about it. How can people think Hogwarts was so great when he knowingly sends children to their abusive homes? Ugh.