thanks for snarking about it in a reblog instead of letting me know

anonymous asked:

Natalie! Do you have any other Harry fanfics to recommend? I've read all the ones in your rec list hahaha

Thank you for specifying that you have gone through my rec list ALRIGHT OKAY here are some fics that are not on my official rec list that I have either started reading since or have been meaning to read that have been updating recently/are complete (if I get any of the details in the following summaries wrong writers my apologies pls let me know and I will remedy this)

(also, here is an incredible list Natasha made for Harry’s birthday of a ton of Harry fics for yr perusal)

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@fanficallergy: I decided to create a new post because this thread was getting long. I hope you don’t mind me chiming in; I think/hope you won’t because you’d tagged me in one of your replies. And I’m thankful you did. 

I’m so sorry that someone- anyone- felt they had the right to think, much less say, that you should kill yourself. When I first posted Mile High to FF.net, the very first comment I got was “fuckin shit kill you'r self.” It does’t matter how many times I have reported it to FF.net or how many emails I have sent them, unanswered. There it stands, on the record, the first of eighteen comments. Telling me something I struggle not to think every single day. So I understand, truly, as someone who has been told that online and who struggles from exhausting depression, what that feels like. 

I can’t tell you what to do or not to do, and I wouldn’t want to. It’s not my place. But I do have my own view on things- and why I’m still here, why I’m still on tumblr, why I’m still alive- that I’d like to share. 

Someone was an asshole to me a few weeks ago, and I blogged about it. Someone reblogged my post- great! But when I looked at the tags, she was basically like, “Sorry, but this isn’t real life. Well, no. It isn’t. 

But it is. 

We conduct our interactions here through a series of 1s and 0s, basically. We can’t see each other’s faces. We can’t actually hug each other, roll eyes at someone, flip them the bird when they’ve pissed us off. There’s lunch tables stocked with cool kids and mean girls and nerds and stoner goths and drama queens and every type of person or clique you could imagine, and then, making this a whole lot messier, there’s the sociopaths raging around the lunchroom with impunity trying to terrorize all of us as we go about our business of trying to eat our fucking lunches. Sometimes we have to walk away from it just to collect ourselves. 

But you can’t walk away from something that isn’t real. 

Social media is a new form of society. You could look at society and say it’s toxic, but really I think it’s just imperfect. Our fandom is the same way. 

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