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@alisarosenbaum

[the feeling of shame on someone else's behalf; the feeling of shame for someone else who has done something embarrassing]
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Soon after my arrival at the Transgender Center, I was struck by the lack of formal protocols for treatment. The center’s physician co-directors were essentially the sole authority.
At first, the patient population was tipped toward what used to be the “traditional” instance of a child with gender dysphoria: a boy, often quite young, who wanted to present as—who wanted to be—a girl. 
Until 2015 or so, a very small number of these boys comprised the population of pediatric gender dysphoria cases. Then, across the Western world, there began to be a dramatic increase in a new population: Teenage girls, many with no previous history of gender distress, suddenly declared they were transgender and demanded immediate treatment with testosterone. 
I certainly saw this at the center. One of my jobs was to do intake for new patients and their families. When I started there were probably 10 such calls a month. When I left there were 50, and about 70 percent of the new patients were girls. Sometimes clusters of girls arrived from the same high school. 
This concerned me, but didn’t feel I was in the position to sound some kind of alarm back then. There was a team of about eight of us, and only one other person brought up the kinds of questions I had. Anyone who raised doubts ran the risk of being called a transphobe. 
The girls who came to us had many comorbidities: depression, anxiety, ADHD, eating disorders, obesity. Many were diagnosed with autism, or had autism-like symptoms. A report last year on a British pediatric transgender center found that about one-third of the patients referred there were on the autism spectrum.
Frequently, our patients declared they had disorders that no one believed they had. We had patients who said they had Tourette syndrome (but they didn’t); that they had tic disorders (but they didn’t); that they had multiple personalities (but they didn’t). 
The doctors privately recognized these false self-diagnoses as a manifestation of social contagion. They even acknowledged that suicide has an element of social contagion. But when I said the clusters of girls streaming into our service looked as if their gender issues might be a manifestation of social contagion, the doctors said gender identity reflected something innate.
To begin transitioning, the girls needed a letter of support from a therapist—usually one we recommended—who they had to see only once or twice for the green light. To make it more efficient for the therapists, we offered them a template for how to write a letter in support of transition. The next stop was a single visit to the endocrinologist for a testosterone prescription. 
That’s all it took. 

Read this whole thing. What I quoted is just the tip of the iceberg. We were right about everything.

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sunheart

Important to note: this article was written by a far left lgbtq author. They and one dissenter were essentially kicked out of the clinic for being the ONLY two people asking for some brakes on the process.

"Because I was the main intake person, I had the broadest perspective on our existing and prospective patients. In 2019, a new group of people appeared on my radar: desisters and detransitioners. Desisters choose not to go through with a transition. Detransitioners are transgender people who decide to return to their birth gender. 
The one colleague with whom I was able to share my concerns agreed with me that we should be tracking desistance and detransition. We thought the doctors would want to collect and understand this data in order to figure out what they had missed. 
We were wrong. One doctor wondered aloud why he would spend time on someone who was no longer his patient."

Even if you believe transgenderism is a valid solution to gender dysphoria, the practice of medically and chemically transitioning is absolutely barbaric.

I'm with you up till the last line. That's like saying that because ADHD is overdiagnosed and overmedicated in school children, that treating legitimate cases of ADHD in a way that helps the person cope better is barbaric. That's stupid.

Discussion of wildly careless overdiagnosis is important! Don't shoot the argument in the foot by saying we should also not treat legitimate cases.

"Gender dysphoria is overdiagnosed" AND "Transgender people need access to medical transitioning" are both statements that coexist.

Like the above ADHD example, just because it is overdiagnosed doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Except chopping off body parts and taking hormones/blockers DOESN’T magically turn someone into the opposite gender. The former is self mutilation, and the latter causes severe hormonal imbalances that carry huge health complications. For example, post-menopausal women often deal with hot flashes and osteoporosis, and have to take either synthetic hormones or phytoestrogens to normalize everything. High testosterone in women can cause balding, changes in mood, and obesity, and that’s WITHOUT the previously mentioned low estrogen. I have Asperger’s/autism, which is a neurological condition which is SIGNIFICANTLY different for girls than boys, which is why it took so long for me to get a diagnosis. Your physiology and neurology are connected, and no ‘interventions’ can change that.

The CORRECT course of action is to use therapy to address the feelings of dysphoria, or any other comorbities. You don’t send someone into the woods if they think they’re an animal; you give them therapy and/or medications to treat the delusion. If someone’s views do not mesh with reality, you try to change their views, rather than try to warp reality to fit their notions.

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mg-dl

Tell me, what would you call it if a woman from a family with a high incidence of breast cancer chose to have a preemptive mastectomy? What about when someone chooses to get a tattoo?

What would you do if someone does go through therapy, doesn't have any comorbidities that would make a gender dysphoria diagnosis iffy, and isn't helped by other medications?

You know what other population has to worry about balding, obesity, and mood changes? Cis men - half the entire human population - as well as anyone who doesn't exercise/eat right, and every single adolescent going through puberty.

When someone gets a mastectomy due to breast cancer, then it is taking physical measures to deal with physical problems. But such an individual will still be female. And show me such an individual, please, because so far they’re all been rushed into ‘transitioning’. And even if such an individual existed, I still wouldn’t recommend hormones and surgery, as those things are ultimately still harmful. As for the stuff in the last passage- yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t do stuff to CAUSE these things. Plus, the low estrogen causes hot flashes, night sweats, osteoporosis, and even stroke. Those last two are much more severe conditions, and should absolutely be actively avoided.

Also, thank you SO MUCH for actually taking the time to rationally debate with me instead of yelling ‘tRanSPhObe!!!’ and/or using ad hominem abusive. Everyone likes calling this place a hellsite, but the fact of the matter is that response was better than 99% of my ‘debates’ (if you can even call being verbally attacked a debate) on YouTube or Instagram. So again- thank you for actually engaging with me!!!

I'm talking about preemptive mastectomies here. It's healthy tissue being removed, not cancerous. Heck, how about voluntary amputations?

Hi, hello, I am such an individual. I was in therapy, I tried a few antidepressants, I delayed any medical transition for ~3 years while I tried other routes. The only thing that helped me regain my ability to be a functioning member of society was HRT and top surgery. The only side effect I've had that's been unwanted has been some hair loss, which I consider a small price to pay for everything I've gained.

Low levels of sex hormones do cause many long lasting and immediately physically damaging issues including osteoporosis, blood clots, etc. It's important to have blood work done regularly and taper off any HRT instead of quitting it cold-turkey. That's not an effect of going on HRT - it's an effect of improperly going off it.

Even then, it would still be to avoid a physical, life-threatening problem. Also, regardless of the side effects (or supposed lack thereof) of hormones and surgeries, it still doesn’t change that they don’t do anything to actually change one’s gender. I also haven’t seen any long-term studies concerning the effects of the opposite hormone on one’s body, but I HAVE read many, many studies that show what lowered levels of hormone hormones do to the body- and from what I read, it doesn’t have anything to do with normal levels suddenly returning.

As for your case... I’m sorry about talking about this, since it’s clearly very personal. I don’t know what kinds of medications you took, or what kinds of therapists you saw. But at the end of the day, I view it as no different from someone with suicidal/dissociative tendencies cutting themselves in order to stay present. In other words, I still think of it as self harm. And no matter what you do to yourself, you will still be the gender you were born as.

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Soon after my arrival at the Transgender Center, I was struck by the lack of formal protocols for treatment. The center’s physician co-directors were essentially the sole authority.
At first, the patient population was tipped toward what used to be the “traditional” instance of a child with gender dysphoria: a boy, often quite young, who wanted to present as—who wanted to be—a girl. 
Until 2015 or so, a very small number of these boys comprised the population of pediatric gender dysphoria cases. Then, across the Western world, there began to be a dramatic increase in a new population: Teenage girls, many with no previous history of gender distress, suddenly declared they were transgender and demanded immediate treatment with testosterone. 
I certainly saw this at the center. One of my jobs was to do intake for new patients and their families. When I started there were probably 10 such calls a month. When I left there were 50, and about 70 percent of the new patients were girls. Sometimes clusters of girls arrived from the same high school. 
This concerned me, but didn’t feel I was in the position to sound some kind of alarm back then. There was a team of about eight of us, and only one other person brought up the kinds of questions I had. Anyone who raised doubts ran the risk of being called a transphobe. 
The girls who came to us had many comorbidities: depression, anxiety, ADHD, eating disorders, obesity. Many were diagnosed with autism, or had autism-like symptoms. A report last year on a British pediatric transgender center found that about one-third of the patients referred there were on the autism spectrum.
Frequently, our patients declared they had disorders that no one believed they had. We had patients who said they had Tourette syndrome (but they didn’t); that they had tic disorders (but they didn’t); that they had multiple personalities (but they didn’t). 
The doctors privately recognized these false self-diagnoses as a manifestation of social contagion. They even acknowledged that suicide has an element of social contagion. But when I said the clusters of girls streaming into our service looked as if their gender issues might be a manifestation of social contagion, the doctors said gender identity reflected something innate.
To begin transitioning, the girls needed a letter of support from a therapist—usually one we recommended—who they had to see only once or twice for the green light. To make it more efficient for the therapists, we offered them a template for how to write a letter in support of transition. The next stop was a single visit to the endocrinologist for a testosterone prescription. 
That’s all it took. 

Read this whole thing. What I quoted is just the tip of the iceberg. We were right about everything.

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sunheart

Important to note: this article was written by a far left lgbtq author. They and one dissenter were essentially kicked out of the clinic for being the ONLY two people asking for some brakes on the process.

"Because I was the main intake person, I had the broadest perspective on our existing and prospective patients. In 2019, a new group of people appeared on my radar: desisters and detransitioners. Desisters choose not to go through with a transition. Detransitioners are transgender people who decide to return to their birth gender. 
The one colleague with whom I was able to share my concerns agreed with me that we should be tracking desistance and detransition. We thought the doctors would want to collect and understand this data in order to figure out what they had missed. 
We were wrong. One doctor wondered aloud why he would spend time on someone who was no longer his patient."

Even if you believe transgenderism is a valid solution to gender dysphoria, the practice of medically and chemically transitioning is absolutely barbaric.

I'm with you up till the last line. That's like saying that because ADHD is overdiagnosed and overmedicated in school children, that treating legitimate cases of ADHD in a way that helps the person cope better is barbaric. That's stupid.

Discussion of wildly careless overdiagnosis is important! Don't shoot the argument in the foot by saying we should also not treat legitimate cases.

"Gender dysphoria is overdiagnosed" AND "Transgender people need access to medical transitioning" are both statements that coexist.

Like the above ADHD example, just because it is overdiagnosed doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Except chopping off body parts and taking hormones/blockers DOESN’T magically turn someone into the opposite gender. The former is self mutilation, and the latter causes severe hormonal imbalances that carry huge health complications. For example, post-menopausal women often deal with hot flashes and osteoporosis, and have to take either synthetic hormones or phytoestrogens to normalize everything. High testosterone in women can cause balding, changes in mood, and obesity, and that’s WITHOUT the previously mentioned low estrogen. I have Asperger’s/autism, which is a neurological condition which is SIGNIFICANTLY different for girls than boys, which is why it took so long for me to get a diagnosis. Your physiology and neurology are connected, and no ‘interventions’ can change that.

The CORRECT course of action is to use therapy to address the feelings of dysphoria, or any other comorbities. You don’t send someone into the woods if they think they’re an animal; you give them therapy and/or medications to treat the delusion. If someone’s views do not mesh with reality, you try to change their views, rather than try to warp reality to fit their notions.

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mg-dl

Tell me, what would you call it if a woman from a family with a high incidence of breast cancer chose to have a preemptive mastectomy? What about when someone chooses to get a tattoo?

What would you do if someone does go through therapy, doesn't have any comorbidities that would make a gender dysphoria diagnosis iffy, and isn't helped by other medications?

You know what other population has to worry about balding, obesity, and mood changes? Cis men - half the entire human population - as well as anyone who doesn't exercise/eat right, and every single adolescent going through puberty.

When someone gets a mastectomy due to breast cancer, then it is taking physical measures to deal with physical problems. But such an individual will still be female. And show me such an individual, please, because so far they’re all been rushed into ‘transitioning’. And even if such an individual existed, I still wouldn’t recommend hormones and surgery, as those things are ultimately still harmful. As for the stuff in the last passage- yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t do stuff to CAUSE these things. Plus, the low estrogen causes hot flashes, night sweats, osteoporosis, and even stroke. Those last two are much more severe conditions, and should absolutely be actively avoided.

Also, thank you SO MUCH for actually taking the time to rationally debate with me instead of yelling ‘tRanSPhObe!!!’ and/or using ad hominem abusive. Everyone likes calling this place a hellsite, but the fact of the matter is that response was better than 99% of my ‘debates’ (if you can even call being verbally attacked a debate) on YouTube or Instagram. So again- thank you for actually engaging with me!!!

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Soon after my arrival at the Transgender Center, I was struck by the lack of formal protocols for treatment. The center’s physician co-directors were essentially the sole authority.
At first, the patient population was tipped toward what used to be the “traditional” instance of a child with gender dysphoria: a boy, often quite young, who wanted to present as—who wanted to be—a girl. 
Until 2015 or so, a very small number of these boys comprised the population of pediatric gender dysphoria cases. Then, across the Western world, there began to be a dramatic increase in a new population: Teenage girls, many with no previous history of gender distress, suddenly declared they were transgender and demanded immediate treatment with testosterone. 
I certainly saw this at the center. One of my jobs was to do intake for new patients and their families. When I started there were probably 10 such calls a month. When I left there were 50, and about 70 percent of the new patients were girls. Sometimes clusters of girls arrived from the same high school. 
This concerned me, but didn’t feel I was in the position to sound some kind of alarm back then. There was a team of about eight of us, and only one other person brought up the kinds of questions I had. Anyone who raised doubts ran the risk of being called a transphobe. 
The girls who came to us had many comorbidities: depression, anxiety, ADHD, eating disorders, obesity. Many were diagnosed with autism, or had autism-like symptoms. A report last year on a British pediatric transgender center found that about one-third of the patients referred there were on the autism spectrum.
Frequently, our patients declared they had disorders that no one believed they had. We had patients who said they had Tourette syndrome (but they didn’t); that they had tic disorders (but they didn’t); that they had multiple personalities (but they didn’t). 
The doctors privately recognized these false self-diagnoses as a manifestation of social contagion. They even acknowledged that suicide has an element of social contagion. But when I said the clusters of girls streaming into our service looked as if their gender issues might be a manifestation of social contagion, the doctors said gender identity reflected something innate.
To begin transitioning, the girls needed a letter of support from a therapist—usually one we recommended—who they had to see only once or twice for the green light. To make it more efficient for the therapists, we offered them a template for how to write a letter in support of transition. The next stop was a single visit to the endocrinologist for a testosterone prescription. 
That’s all it took. 

Read this whole thing. What I quoted is just the tip of the iceberg. We were right about everything.

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sunheart

Important to note: this article was written by a far left lgbtq author. They and one dissenter were essentially kicked out of the clinic for being the ONLY two people asking for some brakes on the process.

"Because I was the main intake person, I had the broadest perspective on our existing and prospective patients. In 2019, a new group of people appeared on my radar: desisters and detransitioners. Desisters choose not to go through with a transition. Detransitioners are transgender people who decide to return to their birth gender. 
The one colleague with whom I was able to share my concerns agreed with me that we should be tracking desistance and detransition. We thought the doctors would want to collect and understand this data in order to figure out what they had missed. 
We were wrong. One doctor wondered aloud why he would spend time on someone who was no longer his patient."

Even if you believe transgenderism is a valid solution to gender dysphoria, the practice of medically and chemically transitioning is absolutely barbaric.

I'm with you up till the last line. That's like saying that because ADHD is overdiagnosed and overmedicated in school children, that treating legitimate cases of ADHD in a way that helps the person cope better is barbaric. That's stupid.

Discussion of wildly careless overdiagnosis is important! Don't shoot the argument in the foot by saying we should also not treat legitimate cases.

"Gender dysphoria is overdiagnosed" AND "Transgender people need access to medical transitioning" are both statements that coexist.

Like the above ADHD example, just because it is overdiagnosed doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Except chopping off body parts and taking hormones/blockers DOESN’T magically turn someone into the opposite gender. The former is self mutilation, and the latter causes severe hormonal imbalances that carry huge health complications. For example, post-menopausal women often deal with hot flashes and osteoporosis, and have to take either synthetic hormones or phytoestrogens to normalize everything. High testosterone in women can cause balding, changes in mood, and obesity, and that’s WITHOUT the previously mentioned low estrogen. I have Asperger’s/autism, which is a neurological condition which is SIGNIFICANTLY different for girls than boys, which is why it took so long for me to get a diagnosis. Your physiology and neurology are connected, and no ‘interventions’ can change that.

The CORRECT course of action is to use therapy to address the feelings of dysphoria, or any other comorbities. You don’t send someone into the woods if they think they’re an animal; you give them therapy and/or medications to treat the delusion. If someone’s views do not mesh with reality, you try to change their views, rather than try to warp reality to fit their notions.

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animalids

Freshwater crocodile (Crocodylus johnstoni) preying on a juvenile freshwater sawfish (Pristis pristis) in the Kimberley region of Western Australia.

Photo by David Woods

this shit has been going on for 2.5 million years

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Here’s a little ocarina cover of one of Snufkin’s harmonica songs, “The Bridge”! 🎶 I’m working on a full arrangement with more instruments and vocals, which I hope to upload to my YouTube channel soon!

**Background river sound effect belongs to Free To Use Sounds on YouTube!**

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marshmallow conspiracy

(deltarune spoilers)

Other than chocolate, Kris has a strong love for marshmallow, and it’s tied to a special memory.

After Kris returns home, a Ball of Junk can be found in their inventory. This item is an accumulation of the items Kris had in the Dark World.

The item’s flavor text sometimes mentions that it smells like “scratch n’ sniff marshmallow stickers”. This only happens if Kris has Dark Candy in their inventory in the Dark World.

The reason for this is that Dark Candy tastes like marshmallows.

In Toriel’s classroom, there are scented markers. The options “Yes” or “No” are provided without context. If “Yes” is selected, Kris will huff the marshmallow scented marker.

It may seem coincidental that only Dark Candy causes a different text and that Kris chose to smell the marshmallow scented marker, but there is a reason why marshmallow is important to Kris.

QC’s hot chocolate drink is topped with home-made marshmallows, and Asriel ordered this drink for Kris every Sunday. Kris now associates this marshmallow-topped hot chocolate drink with Asriel, which is why their throat tightened. The drink reminds Kris of how much they miss Asriel.

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There Once Was A Poet Named Bates,

His poems weren’t always first rate,

His first lines weren’t bad, but the problem he had,

Was that he always tried to put too many syllables into the last line.

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magicklore

I emerge from the forest with a dandelion hanging out of my mouth and pockets full of pine needles "So I heard ya wanna know about foraging"

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Look, I'm not saying you can't have your U.S. Marshals or an IRS, within reason. I just think we should have a conversation about Common Sense Fed Control. I mean, nobody needs half a dozen federal law enforcement agencies.

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glumshoe

Sometimes using tumblr is like

You walk into a cafe. You order a coffee. “No cream,” you say. The person in line next to you says, “Bad idea. Black coffee can cause acid reflux.” You shrug. “Not a problem for me. I didn’t bring my lactaid tablets. Worry about your own digestive system?” You take your coffee. You sit down at a table. The other person sits across from you. “Why is it okay to shove worms into babies’ mouths?” they demand in a loud voice. You blink. You glance around the room, searching for the bluebird they seem to have mistaken you for, but find nothing. “I don’t know what’s happening here,” you admit. “I don’t want cream in my coffee. It’s fine if you do but not everyone has to deal with acid reflux.” “You’re dodging the question,” says another patron, who may or may not be a ventriloquist’s doll. “Babies don’t deserve to have worms shoved in their mouths.” “I am literally just drinking coffee,” you say. “What does this have to do with coffee?” “Worms are dirty. They are not suitable food for babies. Babies shouldn’t be made to eat worms! It’s truly vile to support something like that.”
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Pigeon: A Love Story

A mobile game in development where a pigeon flies above a recreated to scale map of London, England. The goal? Find your pigeon love interest. There are literally thousands of other pigeons in game. Which one is your pigeon soulmate?

Mother of Pigeons-

That sounds adorable!

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Anyone else curious as to what “made an obscene gesture” actually means? What obscene gesture can you make with your hands that is vulgar and crude enough to make all the men around you choke? And how many different kinds of obscene gestures are there? Or is it always the same one? Srsly someone tell me lol

i find the wank/jerk off motion tends to really startle men in my vicinity

I’ve found that I get chuckles out of dudes if I do the jerkoff motion, but if I do the pussy-eating peace-sign-stick-out-your-tongue thing, especially if I pair it with “eat me, fuckface,” there is actual choking.

i. will have to give that a shot.

see, i can and often do pass for ladylike, so the jerkoff motion is dissonant with my general appearance and demeanor. so imagine what the pussy-eating-peace-sign might achieve. i might get arrested.

I think “figs” (as distinct from figging, which is more than a bit obscene but not really a gesture per se) was a big one historically. Involves putting the other fingers over the thumb, with the latter typically between either the ring and middle fingers or the middle and index fingers. Has been variously described as representing either the vulva (with the thumb being the clitoris, I think?) or penis in vagina (with the thumb representing the penis). Was apparently known as the “manus obscena” (”obscene hand” in Latin) among early Christians.

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my problem with the ‘harry becomes lord of 2/¾/5 ancient noble houses’ trope is so unbelievably petty because its that fic writers don’t take it to the potential extreme. like, okay, you wanna make harry the bossest of bitches i get that, i understand, i have that urge too from time to time, but c’mon, be a little more creative about it please

so how about a fic where harry goes to gringotts after the fighting is all over to try to make peace with the goblin nation because this boy does not need more problems and after much hostility and some groveling and promises of future payments for damages caused a plucky goblin lass comes and shuffles harry into her tiny cube office to discuss the nature of his financial situation

(this is a grave insult among goblins. getting handled by a female, first of all, because they are supposedly less capable bankers, hello misogyny among other species, and because they consider anyone who needs help with his money to be lower than cave scum. harry doesn’t know about his. and if he did, he wouldn’t care because he does, desperately, need help)

and plucky goblin lass (who we will call PGL for short) brings out this MASSIVE tome of parchment and slams it down on her desk. a cloud of dust rises. harry sneezes and gets a terrible feeling. some of the parchment is mildewing. the stack is taller than his hand is wide. this can only end badly

PGL tells him that he’ll need to read the entire book to fully comprehend the new scope of his property and harry kind of weakly says “what??”

and it turns out that heyo, when the death eaters swore to follow voldemort with all their lives and souls and magic in their little racist hearts they actually swore a modified liege lord oath which also has the coincidental side effect of ceding all titles (and property connected to said titles) held to the lord in question too. haha how funny who knew

and that’s an ongoing thing. so voldemort was the de facto head of two dozen magical houses at the beginning of the war and he just picked up more as he gained more followers and he probably could have just voted himself and his crew into every position of the government and run the country like that if he cared to do it but voldemort was not about dat political life. he wanted change and he wanted it now. he wanted to MAKE AMERICA MAGICAL BRITAIN GREAT AGAIN. so he started a civil war and just never informed his loyal death eaters of that little fact because they didn’t need to know.

and you might think that gringotts vaults are tied into bloodlines but they’re really not. the malfoy family vault belongs to whoever is the current head of the malfoy family. normally, that’s a malfoy and his malfoy spawn becomes the next head and so it passes through the family, accumulating inherited wealth. it was a working system until voldemort got involved and exploited the ever-living hell out of it.

now this all becomes harry’s problem because it turns out that Right of Conquest is an actual thing. what was voldemort’s is now his and voldemort has has the time to accumulate A Metric Fuck Ton of stuff.

also connected to titles are votes in the wizengamot. and whoo boy, this is where harry’s problem becomes really really really problematic. because the noble families squabble over those votes like children, hoarding them and passing them down, occasionally trading them for advantageous marriages and such, but mostly jealously guarding them like the politcal gold they are. it’s such a bitterly tight-fisted market that any one family has ~maybe~ three or  four votes.

and now harry bloody potter has a hundred of the things and a completely unintentional stranglehold on the government. whoops

and then hermione would shotput harry straight into the wizengamot against his protests and things would become so hilarious i just

some jerkass attempts to increase his own salary for doing basically nothing

“how about no,” harry and his hundred votes say.

somebody attempts to tighten restrictions on where magical creatures like vampires and werewolves can work

“how about no.” harry crosses his arms. “actually, how about we repeal those bullshit laws already in place that make it almost impossible for werewolves to get a job right now, hmmmm? and how about we put something in place to catch abusive owners of house elves? and make sure they get paid? and vacation days? and healthcare? actually how about we get healthcare for EVERYBODY HOW ABOUT T H A T?”

ten generations of purebloods cry out in horror. look upon him ye mighty and despair.

the years after voldemort’s defeat don’t go down in history as The Golden Era. in fact, thanks to harry bloody potter (and some incessant nudging by hermione granger), they go down as The Decade of Frankly Astonishing Strides Toward Equality *cough* enforced by a semi-plutocracy.

(all thanks to a third tier plot never really explored by a would-be dictator YOU’RE ALL WELCOME)

Omg this is beautiful.

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kyraneko

Harry as an accidental Lord Vetinari, oh my god.

Harry dealing with that all these pureblood families outright hate him. They were loyal to the Dark Lord, loyal to blood supremacy, loyal to their own enrichment and empowerment via the casting down of others, and now here’s Harry Potter, who opposes all of these things, who killed the Dark Lord and vanquished their dreams: their new Lord and Master.

And they can’t do anything about it because not only is it a binding magical contract but it’s their tradition, their law, their way of doing things, and they can’t attack Harry without shattering their own foundations in the process; they can’t even really convey their dislike of Harry because it would be disloyal to their own House.

So, all these pureblood wizards from old families who both hate Harry Potter and everything he stands for but also as a point of honor are perversely proud of him. He’s a wizard; he’s a half-blood, but he’s also the scion of a House of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and he’s a powerful and talented wizard who vanquished the greatest Dark Lord history has ever seen. And he’s the Head of a dozen great and ancient wizarding Houses, he’s their Head of House so to speak, and they tie themselves in knots trying to figure out how to feel about him.

And the ones who don’t have a noble House, but only have their votes in the Wizengamot that Harry Potter owns, and you just don’t throw tradition out and start casting votes on your own inclination, well, they aren’t honor-bound and pride-bound to claim and embrace him, but they make their social standing from copying the greater Houses, and when their betters are quietly and gracefully saying “he’s a chaos-minded tyrant, but he’s our chaos-minded tyrant,” well, they buck up and agree.

Harry Potter, unlike Voldemort, isn’t lashing out at random or threatening to kill their children, so it’s sort of an improvement in many ways, even as they want to scream and throw things over all his reforms.

And after all, the old Houses value power. And Harry, above all, has power.

He goes down in pure-blood history as the Tyrant. The most powerful Lord their family lines have ever known. The man who reshaped their world. Elderly wizards tell their great-grandchildren long after his death that “I knew the Tyrant.” “I beheld him when my father took me to the Wizengamot, and he spoke to me.” “When I went to Hogwarts, he gave a guest lecture.” This far removed, at the end of their lives, the details of his rule are forgotten, the overturnings of tradition lost to history, and he is remembered with pride, even with adoration.

Their Tyrant. Their Lord. Harry Potter, the Greatest Wizard that Ever Lived.

(There are pictures of Harry at Hogwarts, at the Ministry, at St. Mungo’s, outside the Auror Office and in front of the Minister’s Office and in the entrance hall to the Wizengamot and in both the entrance hall and the Headmaster’s office at Hogwarts, and in every House he ruled. He wears stately robes and an impressive hat, gold jewelry, a beard (dark in some pictures, silver-shot in others, pure snowy white in still more, for he lived to be an old man himself, older than Dumbledore, older than Griselda Marchbanks, who lived to dance at his wedding), his glasses accentuating his brilliant green eyes, his scar more prominent in the pictures than it ever had been in life, surrounded with such trappings as the Sword of Gryffindor and the Elder Wand and a skull that purports to be that of Lord Voldemort.

Also at Hogwarts, in a back corridor next to a set of of dancing trolls and an overzealously combative knight, is a portrait commissioned by the executor of Harry Potter’s estate, in response to directions left in his will. This portrait depicts an eleven-year-old boy in brand-new wizard’s robes, with broken glasses and untidy hair that happens to cover his forehead. The portraits of his older selves go wrapped in the lofty dignity of the position he attained later in life; this child, filled with the untarnished wonder of the magical world, goes freely among the portraits with an anonymity Harry Potter never found in life, and loves it.)

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GIVE ME THESE BOOKS.

HARRY POTTER AND THE ACCIDENTAL POLITICAL STRANGLEHOLD

IT GOT BETTER

“I’m going to grow a beard,” says Harry, looking through the mirror at about six days’ worth of stubble because in between Voldemort, the after-party, and the spectacular mess with the sociopolitical fallout of Voldemort’s downfall he hasn’t had time or energy to shave. “It might look more wizardly, eventually.”

Ron shrugs, eyeing Harry with what feels like an unusual sort of apathy. He’s spent the last six days kissing Hermione, and for the first time in several years there isn’t even a twinge of jealousy at his better-looking and more-famous best friend. “It might. Think Hermione’d like it if I grew a handlebar mustache?”

Harry says, diplomatically, “I think you should ask Hermione if she’d like that.”

“When she gets back.” Hermione’s in Australia, tracking down her parents and, presumably, explaining to two incendiarily furious Muggles why she rewrote their memories, sent them halfway around the world, and spent almost a year running through a war zone without them. Neither of them envy her the task. It also means that she hasn’t heard any of this; the Daily Prophet has suffered a truly impressive amount of magical vandalism in the past few days, much of it involving the sort of things that can be bought at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, and is taking a small hiatus while its staff writers and senior editors recover from the effects of multiple Bat Bogey Hexes per person.

Harry shrugs and turns away from the mirror. “So,” he says with some distaste. “Do I look like the Lord of seventeen Noble Houses?”

He doesn’t. He looks like a seventeen-year-old boy in a worn-out school robe made for someone several inches shorter and about ten kilos heavier, with wild hair that brushes his shoulders and what will perhaps someday be an impressive beard but currently looks like he’s forgotten to shave for several days. Ron thinks about the answer for a long moment. “Nope.”

Harry’s face splits into a relieved grin. “Oh, thank Merlin. I thought I was the only one who could see how much of a tosser I looked.”

“Nope. Plain as day.”

Harry looks one more time in the mirror, as though coming to a sort of peace with that he’ll probably never feel like a Lord. “Good,” is what he says.

That feeling lasts for all of a minute. Professor McGonagall intercepts him on the way down and drags him into her office, where she hands him a robe that hasn’t been dragged through multiple battles and a year-long camping trip, and a pair of shoes that aren’t falling apart. “I’m sure you don’t want any part of this, Harry, but you should try to look a bit more neat. It will show respect for your new position, which will make things a bit easier for you in the long run.

The shoes are leather, black, old-fashioned and fine. He has a moment’s thought of Dobby, polishing Lucius Malfoy’s boots in between being kicked, and bile rises in his throat. He puts the shoes on, and then the robe, which is not a school robe, but elegantly cut in some fine fabric, and it fits him. He finds himself standing up a bit straighter, and Professor McGonagall nods in approval. “That will do. Good luck, Mr. Potter.”

Another memory tickles at him, their conversation right after Dumbledore’s death, him declining to confide in her and her return to formality. “Harry,” he tells her.

“Harry,” she says, and gives him a hint of a smile.

The next person he runs into is Ginny, who runs up to him, hugs him, kisses him (Ron makes a coughing noise here, and is ignored), and steps back to look at him. “Don’t you look dashing,” she says, and Harry grins at her, feeling a bit more human. He wraps her up in a hug and is about to kiss her again when he’s hit about the head by a live chicken.

He lets go and flails about comically instead. Beside him, Ginny is doing the same thing, shoving the bird off him and in the direction of Ron, who is leaning against the wall guffawing. Ginny turns to yell down the hallway, “Just because you almost died doesn’t mean I won’t hex you!”

A pair of identical faces peek around the corner. “Good morning, dearest sister of mine!” Fred sings out, dramatically throwing one arm out towards the nearest sunlit window.

“Like our newest product?” George asks, coming up behind him; if they’re standing noticeably closer to each other than they would have done before, Harry doesn’t comment on it. He gets it.

“A chicken?” Harry asks, dubiously.

They both grin. “Not just any chicken,” says Fred.

“We started by improving our line of fake wands,” says George.

“So instead of rubber chickens and fish and parrots–”

“–They’d turn into real chickens–”

“–And squirrels–”

“–And ferrets,” George adds, and they all share a grin, knowing exactly who that particular fake wand is going to make its way to.

“But then we decided to go one further–”

“And make the spell triggered by kissing instead!”

Fred holds out what looks like a tiny, decorative egg. “We’re calling it the Cockblock, what do you think?”

Ginny smiles sweetly, though she’s toying with her wand in a way that has both brothers looking a tad wary. Then her smile turns full-on evil, and she says, “I think you should make a quill that turns into a really angry swan when someone uses it to write something untrue.”

Harry, sensing where she’s going with this, says, “Make it lime green.”

When he finally gets down to the Great Hall, Harry’s feeling a lot better about everything. It’s hard not to, with friends like he’s got.

The Great Hall is about two-thirds full. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner these days have all had their hours extended, to better serve the influx of families, refugees, repair workers, ministry officials and assorted others who have been in and out of Hogwarts quite a bit in the aftermath of battle.

As usual, all eyes turn to Harry as he comes in. As usual, several people detach themselves from their groups and conversations and start heading his way. As usual, he contemplates turning around and leaving rather than face an invasion of questions, requests, and unsolicited advice while he eats his French toast, but then he sees Draco Malfoy, hunched over a bowl of porridge with neither parents nor remaining sycophant in attendance, and with a polite smile to the converging adults and a silent astonishment at his own audacity he goes over and sits across from Draco.

Just as anticipated, everyone who wanted to talk to him finds themselves unwilling to interrupt somebody else’s conversation with him. At least if that somebody else is a Slytherin pureblood, and one of his new vassals.

Draco looks up. “Fuck do you want, my Lord?” Bitterness, underlaid with exhaustion, resignation, and months of despair.

Harry says, “Call me Potter, you tosspot.”

Draco’s lips twitch. Harry’s willing to bet it’s the closest thing to a smile to cross Draco’s face in months. But it’s gone almost instantly. “Can’t,” Draco says. “You’re my Head of House.”

“What, you didn’t have any problem disrespecting Snape last year.”

 “Not that kind of Head of House. That’s just school. You’re head of my House, of the House of Malfoy, and that’s supposed to be my father!” This last is almost a snarl.

“And then you,” Harry reasons. “And then your kid.”

Draco nods. “And now it’s you instead, and you don’t give a shit for our traditions, or for blood, or for anything, and you look like you just escaped from Azkaban and I’ll bet somebody else chose that robe for you because you have the fashion sense of a coat rack.”

Harry giggles. Then he remembers he’s supposed to be eating breakfast here, and serves himself a slice of French toast from one of the platters. “Here I thought,” he says, looking at the traces of despair on Draco’s face, “that you were the one who just got out of Azkaban.”

Draco considers this. Harry pours his syrup and takes a bite while his longtime rival mulls this over. “Maybe, sort of,” Draco allows finally. “Still one prison to another.”

Harry frowns. That isn’t what he wants. Maybe for some of the nastier of Voldemort’s supporters, but for Draco? He casts about for something to offer that wouldn’t be rejected as empty comfort or held in contempt as though Harry were tossing him scraps.

“Maybe,” he repeats Draco’s word. At the other’s curious look, he says, “I could use someone to help me understand all this tradition and power I’ll be dealing with.” Draco looks at him, wary and yet obviously, keenly interested. Harry wonders when he got to be such an expert at reading Draco, who probably got actual lessons in not letting such things show.

Tradition, Harry thinks. Tradition, and power, or access to it. Influence. That’s what matters to pureblood Slytherins. That and lineage. He thinks back to the battle, to Draco’s mother lying to Voldemort in exchange for knowledge of her son’s survival; the image mingles momentarily with that of his own mother, standing before Voldemort, shielding him.

Family.

“For example,” Harry says, “If I adopt your firstborn as my heir to your House, do they become Head of it after me?”

The stunned widening of Draco’s eyes, the sudden blaze of naked hope, are shockingly intimate, and Harry almost nonchalantly busies himself pouring a cupful of orange juice.

“Yeah,” says Draco finally. "That … yeah.” A long, vaguely suspicious silence. “You’d do that?”

Harry nods. And feels like bursting with something like happiness when Draco straightens up, smiles genuinely, and says, “Well, then, you’ve got yourself an adviser. Have you considered growing a beard? Is that where you’re going with that?”

Harry nods, and is about to ask Draco’s advice on the matter when someone shrieks in the Entrance Hall.

“HARRY!” Hermione yells, standing in the doorway, rigid with shock but at the same time clearly missing a tension that’s been with her all year. “You’re a WHAT?!”

IT GOT BETTER.

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@cywscross i feel like this is something you would like

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This is all amazing. But especially “The Cockblock”. That is beautiful pun.

@deadcatwithaflamethrower HOLY SHIT IT GOT BETTER!!!!!!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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In the [poem], the mythical bird Jatayu witnessed Sita being kidnapped by the demon king Ravana. When Jatayu tried to stop Ravana, the demon king used Chandrahasa, a weapon he got from the gods, to chop off one of its wings. It is believed that the bird fell on a rock and was alive to narrate the story to Lord Rama who later gave moksha [enlightenment] to the dying bird.
Projected as a symbol of women’s safety and honour, there lies the Jatayu that tries to get up after the fall, with one wing broken and claws curled up in pain, yet putting up a brave face… a face that evokes respect and compassion.
“Jatayu symbolises an era when humans and other living beings cared for each other,” says sculptor Rajiv Anchal who is also a film director and art director.

Why isn’t this another Wonder of the World