the end of Prisoner of Azkaban where Harry thinks it’s his dad casting that awesome stag patronus but it’s actually his own time travelling ass taught me that*sighs* sometimes you gotta be ya own daddy.
Aummary: Arthur Pendragon has always been taught that Slytherins were evil. Growing up as the perfect Gryffindor, he has had no reason to discount that belief. Until he meets Merlin and everything changes. Arthur/Merlin. PG
Summary: Arthur is the Gryffindor son of pureblood Uther Pendragon. Emrys is a muggleborn Slytherin without a first name. Naturally, they despise each other. PG, gen (warning: hasn’t updated since 2014 rip me)
Summary: What if two strangers showed up at Hogwarts in Harry fifth year. And what about the strange end to the Triwizards Tournament, could they have something to do with it? Are they even brothers and why do they sound like they’ve been in lots of life and death situations? Merlin/Arthur, Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Seamus/Dean, PG (I haven’t actually read all of this one, but it’s PG so far)
Summary: Miserable at his inability to perform a Patronus Charm, Merlin sneaks out to the Forbidden Forest to practice. But when a rogue Dementor attacks, he hasn’t a single happy memory to ward it away. Luckily Arthur isn’t far off… G/PG, Arthur/Merlin
i’ve been getting so many messages wishing my grandma and the rest of my family well and it’s meant SO much to me, you have no idea. so i thought i’d just give an update -
i will be very surprised if she doesn’t leave us in the next few days and my heart is irreparably broken but i also have a strange sense of peace about it. she was the most amazing, vibrant woman, she served her community for 80 years and she had such a happy and fulfilled life but for the past few years dementia has stripped that away from her. she hasn’t truly been herself for a long time and i just think she’s ready to leave us and go and see my grandpa. i’ll miss her more than i can even describe but she taught me to be fearless and that’s what i’m gonna be
not to expose my bitch ass harry potter nerd ways but her love has protected me for the last 25 years and it’s gonna keep flowing through my veins forever, no matter whether she’s here or not. her love will keep me moving forward and i feel so unbelievably blessed that i have somebody who loves me so much; it gives me strength and it always has
thank you guys once again for all your kind thoughts, i appreciate it more than i can say. i’m gonna be with my grandma in hospital all day but she will probably be sleeping so i’m gonna try to enjoy the lwymmd video and all this other stuff because she’d kick my ASS if she knew i was just sitting at her bedside crying
I’m not angry. I’m just sad. I’m deeply disappointed in the decision to keep Johnny Depp in the cast. I love Harry Potter with all my heart and loved JK Rowling too and I’m still a fan. But now I have problematic feelings about it I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach. Harry Potter shaped and influenced my life just as I know it has for so many others. It taught me to choose to do what is right and not what is easy because it is our choices that show who we truly are. The filmmakers decided to what is easy and that’s why we all feel so betrayed. This not what I believe Harry Potter stands for.
Harry Potter is such an important thing in my life, from reading the books to watching the movies, HP has taught me about true friendship and bravery. Growing up I would sometimes say “What would Harry Potter Do?” lol. I love the wizarding world and it’s still as much fun being a fan as it was when I was a kid & teenager!
RE: coding, is it possible to explicitly code, say, a fantasy people as being the Jewish people, despite the fact the setting is a secondary world?
Explicit Jewish representation in secondary-world fantasy
It’s not only possible but I’ve done it, in four books and several short stories. Perach, the made-up setting of A Harvest of Ripe Figs and my other books, is an imaginary Jewish Florida originally created out of my realization that if I wanted a queer Jewish Disney Princess, I was gonna have to invent her myself. (“Perach”, meaning flower, is my attempt at translating the word ‘Florida’ into Hebrew.)
The Jewishness of the characters is evident in their casual observance of Shabbat (there are usually pretty detailed Shabbat scenes in each book, since it happens every week), on-screen celebration of Pesach (Passover), Sukkot (in the next book, coming July 2016), and other holidays, and in the Yiddish spoken by the two transplant characters, warrior woman Rivka and wizard Isaac, who come from a vaguely Polish-German unnamed northern area far away.
The wine blessing on Shabbat, with the addition of a little wizard mischief
Here are some relevant quotes from my books. Take note of how I wove in cultural details that are normal experiences for me or my loved ones in the real world, translated into a sort of “Disney princess inspired” fantasy setting. Many of these techniques can be used if your fantasy setting’s Jewish characters are just walk-ons instead of leads; you can have a random man wearing a kippah or a woman who isn’t participating in the local religious tradition because she has her own.
The introduction of a challah that [Queen] Shulamit could actually eat caused quite the stir at the dinner table. Rivka’s mother Mitzi, who like many people had never entirely believed the queen’s claims of food-related sensitivities, asked the same questions over and over until everyone was relieved when Isaac just held up his hand and said, “Magic. It’s magic.”
“Oh, all right,” she said vaguely. “It’s not going to hurt me, is it?”
Another reference to the queen’s wheat problem, this time at the royal seder two months after she gave birth to the princess (Climbing the Date Palm):
“On all other nights, we eat all kinds of bread–” Here [Isaac] met the eyes of the queen, and chuckled sheepishly. “We would eat all kinds of bread, if we could,” he ad-libbed. From behind the look of harried happiness that enveloped her constantly in these early days of motherhood, she gave him a crooked grin. “And tonight, we eat only this stuff.” He held up a matzo cracker, and Naomi’s tiny hand waved in its direction.
“See that, little one?” Farzin murmured through a jolly smirk. “Someday, you, too, will be able to eat cardboard.”
Rivka in a foreign port town, about to enter a tournament to rescue a damsel in distress (who turns out to be a fellow Jew once they finally meet) (“Rivka in Port Saltspray” from Tales from Outer Lands):
There was a blast of trumpets, and then someone shouted, “Silence for the invocation!”
Rivka felt vaguely out of place as everyone else around her lowered their eyes respectfully and listened as a brass band began to play a local hymn. She knew this part of the world worshipped a pantheon of fascinatingly dysfunctional gods, at least, if the stories she’d picked up were any indication. Rivka usually didn’t care, but right now, when everyone else around her was engaged in group prayer, she felt her difference rather pointedly.
Her eyes happened to flicker over to the captive woman on the dais and noticed that she wasn’t praying, either.
At the very beginning of their friendship, a newly orphaned Baby Queen is confiding in her new bodyguard (from The Second Mango, and this scene is based on my own grieving for my father, who passed away in 2010):
Shulamit nodded, shifting positions within Rivka’s embrace so she could wipe her face clean. “Everyone around me, when they were mourning him, it was so wonderful to be surrounded by people who were sad about the same thing I was because I wasn’t alone, but it was also jarring because they were all talking about him as king, not as a father. When we put his kippah into the museum, everyone was talking about how much money it was worth and the embroidery by some famous artist and how it was a national relic, and all this – but I was just thinking of Shabbat, and seders, and – and it didn’t mean any of those things to me. It meant lighting candles. It meant he’d hid the afikomen in the palace for me and joking with his advisors as he waited around for me to find it so he could give me a new book. National treasure? I–” She blinked away new tears, but this time the look on her face was one of indignation.
Shabbat out in the wilderness, using “the sunset” as candles
You’d be right to be a little skeptical of a secondary world fantasy including real-world Judaism, because where did we escape from in the Passover story if there’s no Egypt? Who wrecked our stuff in the Chanukah story if there’s no Greece? To this I’d say: don’t squint at it too hard. For me, the ability to give myself and my readers a Jewish queen, Jewish warrior woman, Jewish wizard, fairy tales that normalize our lives and to show queer and blended families worshipping as we do in real life but with magic and palaces and swordfighting, too – that’s just way more important to me than making sure my worldbuilding is completely logical.
My main advice about this for someone not-Jewish is to repeat my preference for explicit Jewishness (rather than vague symbolic coding with room for plausible deniability or relies on one possibly insulting facet of our existence or reputation to stand for all of us) carries into secondary-world fantasy. If your MC’s aren’t Jewish it’s okay to say “and there are Jewish merchants over there” or “she lived in a little house across the street from where the Jewish neighborhood started”, or if you don’t want to use the words, having people be at rest from sundown to sundown one day a week or avoiding mixing meat and dairy might be a recognizable shortcut that’s a lot more literal and specific than phenotypes (which can be shared by many other cultures and often have Unfortunate Implications in fantasy lit) or reductive stuff about wandering far away from one’s homeland (which, again, is not specific to us.)
Remember, if a queen sitting down to a royal seder presided over by a wizard, or talking about how annoyed she is that she can’t eat sufganiyot (jelly donuts) at Chanukah any more because of her wheat problems, sounds too specific to you – that’s what existing fantasy lit has taught you, not the way reality works. Reality is that we all deserve our fairy tales, and fantasy as a genre is big enough and wonderful enough to have room for me and my folks, too. Harry Potter celebrates Christmas, after all.
If you’re Jewish and want to write stuff like mine, then you already know what to do. If you feel like you can’t, that’s the voice of marginalization lying to you. Create what’s in your heart and if you can think of a way to explain the worldbuilding better than I did, I wish you luck :)
Isaac’s rainbow-pride magic and rephrasing of Haggadah text replaces the typical lamb’s blood (or in my case, red yarn) put on doorways during Passover as protection
Artwork credit on this post: @theloserfish, @kayaczek-draws (Kiddush)
Nearly every little girl has been made to feel as though she is simply too much. Too outspoken, too pushy, too bossy, too loud, or too uptight. We’re socialized to downplay our intelligence, to hedge our opinions, to apologize constantly.
Which is why I feel incredibly privileged to have grown up with someone as incredibly brilliant, tenacious, and brave as Hermione Granger.
She is bright, but defined by her willingness to work hard as much as her innate brilliance. She never fails to stand up for herself and those around her. She is courageous and willing to go to the ends of the earth for her beliefs.
Hermione has taught me to be unapologetic, to not allow other people to make me feel badly for being ambitious, to be proud of my academic achievements, to be comfortable with who I am while still constantly striving to be a better person.
At various times in my life, I have thought, “What would Hermione Granger do?” and tried my hardest to do whatever that was.
I don’t think I can overstate the impact that Hermione had on the woman I am today, and I know that many fellow fans would say the same.
KA Applegate is why I’m so disappointed with current YA Lit.
The Great Animorphs re-read commenced and holy shit these books are dark. I forgot that. This is a 54 book long deconstruction of every single child superhero story to ever exist and my god, Applegate went all the way with it. She takes the story of a war, it’s possible real life consequences, lack of easy answers and ends the series the only way it can end: In Tragedy.
I was disappointed with Harry Potter because they all ended up alive and married with kids and apparently normal. I was disappointed in the Hunger Games because the ending didn’t make a lot of sense to me. I was disappointed in the Heroes of Olympus because of all the build up with little to no-payoff on the main casts’ tragic circumstances.
But Animorphs… Man, Animorphs taught me that war has consequences. And there hasn’t been a YA author yet that can match Applegate’s huge balls when it comes to writing war fiction and all the trauma that comes along with it.
Jake, Rachel, Cassie, Marco, Tobias and Ax. 6 kids that had no idea what they were getting into and paid for it in spades. They didn’t get to come home and have happy endings because life is more complicated than that.
I wanted Animorphs to end happily, but looking back? I’m really glad it didn’t.
3 years ago I created this blog with the help of @scratchedpatronum so I could see PJO fanart, since I was reading the series at that time, and also getting into Harry Potter!
I had no idea Tumblr was going to be such an important social platform for me, since I discovered what ‘fanart’ and 'fanfiction’ were, what memes were, and how to use the proper english internet slang, since it’s not my mother language
This site has provided me confort with my own interests, taught me what sexualities and tolerance were, and most importantly given me a way of interacting with diverse communities and fandoms!
Even though the site is utterly broken, can’t be used properly because the staff can’t understand us, and is always trying to block us out, here I’ve made several internet friends and learned about different cultures and tastes!
A special thanks to the Jacksepticeye community, because without Tumblr I’d never participate the way I do in what happens and wouldn’t have a internet family that always supports me!
i want dudley’s children to occasionally go to uncle harry’s house and be like WOW DAD UNCLE HARRY IS SOOO COOL HIS FAMILY IS SO COOL much to dudley’s chagrin
DUDLEY WITH A MAGICAL DAUGHTER OR S/T. Like she goes over to Uncle Harry’s when she’s seven or eight and Dudley maybe suspects but isn’t really ready to acknowledge it yet, but when she comes back from her day at the Potter’s she’s all like “DAD CHECK OUT WHAT COUSIN JAMES TAUGHT ME” and levitates for a solid thirty seconds
and then he’s pretty much forced to accept it as she spends the next three weeks floating around the house and he has to keep his hand on her shoulder when they’re in the supermarket like “yes honey it’s a lovely trick but I’d rather not be on the seven o clock news”
for most people harry potter is their childhood, and yeah, i love j.k rowling too, but i think wendelin van draanen deserves a shout out and a round of applause and a big thank you for creating sammy keyes, who was my best friend from second grade until seventh, and taught me to never stop being curious and always to be kind even when kindness isn’t shown to you and how to stand up for yourself and your friends without being cruel.
“The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it
has for you.” ‑ said W. Somerset Maughamome
Books have influenced everything
from movies to music and even the way that you think. Why? It’s because we
connect to what we read in some way. And not every book is for everyone exactly
how not every movie is made for all human race (though some people think you are
committing a sin when you do not like something they do).
it has effected how I see what relationships should be whether it be romantic,
family or platonic relationships. With Tonks and Lupin from Harry Potter or Feyre and Rhysand from A Court of Thorns and Roses, hell,
even the relationships of the Weasleys to Harry Potter from Harry Potter taught me that it’s okay to
be a little broken because people will still love and care for you.
also taught me that at the end of the day, the only opinion that should matter
to me is my own. Determined, sarcastic and stubborn characters tend to be my
character genre of choice because that is who I relate to. Those who seem cold
on the outside but on the inside, is like a warm chocolate chip cookie on a
chilly day. Take Manon Blackbeak from
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass series
or Evangeline from Victoria Aveyard’s Red
Queen, they seem stone cold and heartless but as you get to know the
character more, the more warm and relatable they seem.
are the spine to what we know today in our culture of technology and the only
way anyone can ever really learn is by reading. I’m proud that reading is a part
of my life because it has helped me through so much, it helped me modify myself
to not be so hateful.
“Ordinary people have big TVs. Extraordinary people have big
libraries.” – Robin Sharma
Among the top things in Harry Potter that confuse me, language is far up.
I mean, we know Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students eventually learnt English, at least the basics. But where?
Then Rowling has confirmed both schools accept students from various countries. It doesn’t apply to Hogwarts since it manages the British Isles, which are detached from the mainland and only in late history broke into two independent nations, the UK and Ireland.
Now let’s try and imagine a bit. Students from various nationalities come together in one magic school, for example Beauxbatons. What language are classes taught in? It would be extremely inefficient to separate them by nationality, since it would create subschools and about as useful as establishing tiny schools in each country. Worse than the Hogwarts houses!
So now we’re assuming they’re taught together and no one is homeschooled. The common language would probably be French, considering the location.
The Purebloods might receive lessons in French. But what about Muggleborns and Muggle-raised Halfbloods? Students normally start foreign languages only a few years before age 11 (supposing they start school at the same age as Hogwarts students), and that’s usually English. Other langages come to play only a few years after, as electives. How many of them choose French?
So now picture not only the chaos in classes, but also outside of it. An Italian Muggleborn attempting to communicate with a Belgian student who was raised in Flanders, the Dutch-speaking region? Horrifying thought.
So the students probably get taught the school’s common language on the side, at least the first years.
Now there’s English. In Goblet of Fire, their accents are pretty terrible and their vocabulary level rather low, but enough to communicate. (Also, where were the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang taught? And where did they SLEEP?)
Where on Earth did they learn it? Maybe they knew a few months in advance of the Triwizard Tournament being revived, they arrived around Halloween after all. Enough time to choose a delegation (because as if the handful of students were all seventh years in both schools) and give them a crash course in English.
But what if language is actually part of the curriculum, to perhaps give students wishing to pursue a career in Magical international cooperation a chance, even if it’s only an elective?
So why are there no language classes in Hogwarts, when subjects like Divination and Art (that’s legit!) are offered?
Goblet of Fire is one of the most frustrating books.
I’m probably going to get hate for this, but I REALLY hate the Scorbus ship.
Don’t get me wrong. I love a good homosexual OTP.
But I think it is SO MUCH more important for them to be friends than boyfriends. Like why can’t our fandom ever just look at two people who are friends and not assume that they have some kind of sexual feelings towards one another.
Harry and Hermione? That’s laughable honestly. Hinny is golden.
Even Draco and Harry. I’ll admit Harry was a bit obsessed with finding out what he was up to in HBP, but that wasn’t because he had romantic or sexual feelings for him. He’s just Harry James Potter and he likes to solve mysteries and shit. Also if CC has taught us ANYTHING it’s that Hinny is life and Draco loves Astoria so much it makes me want to vomit in a good way.
Also Wolfstar. Now I’m not gonna say that there might not have been some kind of hanky panky going on with Sirius and Remus when they were teenagers. But Remus married Tonks. And he truly, TRULY did love her.
I just feel like people are basing Scorbus on the fact that they hug or they have meaningful looks or that at one point Scorpius sees Albus with Delphi and he’s happy and sad for him. That’s just friendship stuff!! Guess what? I hug and give meaningful looks to my best friend and we have absolutely no romantic or sexual feelings towards one another. Because that’s what best friends do. And they talk about their problems and their relationships with their parents. And Scorpius was happy for Albus when he saw him talking to Delphi because he was like “You go Albus. Look at you getting a girlfriend.” And yes he was sad, but it wasn’t because he wants to be with Albus. It’s because Albus is literally the only friend he has and I’m sure he’s scared that if Albus and Delphi were to date then Albus would have less and less time for Scorpius and eventually shut him out.
I just… To me none of this points at all to them having romantic feelings for each other. They’re just trying to be friends. Friends hug. Friends talk. Friends share intimate details with one another. And neither one of them have any other friends so of course they’re going to be closer than your average bros but this does not mean that they have any non-platonic feelings towards one another.
And trust me, I am not writing this because I ship Scorose because based on CC I HATE Rose Granger-Weasley. I think she is an even ruder, more hard headed version of Hermione who is very rude to her sweet cupcake of a father. Honestly I was probably just as disappointed as Scorbus shippers when she and Scorpius start to hit it off at the end of the script.
So just ship whoever you like but in my heart and soul I feel that it is much more important for these two characters to be best friends than boyfriends.
can someone explain to me why anyone is shipping kylo ren with ANYONE when we have healthy ships like rey/finn, poe/finn, and rey/finn/poe to go for? we do not need more kylo ships. reylo, kylux, kyluxma, kyma, kypoe, whatever kylo/snoke is, we have fics with him with either or both of his parents romantically + his uncle. why do we need to add finn to the pile? the fuck did finn do to deserve this? has he not been through enough bullshit already??
If two decades of being in the Harry Potter fandom has taught me anything, it’s that a certain sect of the fanbase will always love the “broken bad boy”. It’s been turned into shorthand for “strong and silent but secretly sensitive and just needs taking care of”… It’s toxic.
And, like, I *get* being drawn to villains. I get relating to them or even kind of liking them in some cases… but not every villain gets a redemption arc. Not every villain has the capacity to be redeemed. From what we’ve seen of Kylo Ren, he has absolutely no problem with being absolute trash so I can’t imagine that changing too drastically for the next two films. But he’s played by a reasonably attractive white guy, so you know how *that* goes…
Oh man, anon, this is
so broad, where do I even begin? The
possibilities are endless.
One of my
favourites will always Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre growing up
together. Courfeyrac and Combeferre
meeting on the first day of kindergarten when Combeferre is one of the kids who’s
anxious and upset because he’s never really been away from his mother or father
or sisters before and now he’s in this big room with strange things and where he
doesn’t know anyone. So when all the
other kids are exploring the new toys, Combeferre’s kind of tucked himself away
with some blocks. And then this boisterous
kid bounds over and plops himself down right next to Combeferre (so close he’s
almost sitting on him because Courfeyrac has never understood the concept of personal
space) and introduces himself as Hello I’m
Courfeyrac I’m five years old and I can speak Spanish – can you? No, that’s okay – and if you like you can
come play dinosaurs with me there’s plastic ones over in that tub and they’re
really cool but I get to be the long-neck.
And Combeferre just blinks at Courfeyrac and looks at the blocks in his
hands, and feels really shy so he says uncertainly “…I was going to build a
space ship…” Undeterred Courfeyrac says “Alright! I’ll bring the dinosaurs over and we can make
a space ship for them to fly in.” He
brings back a bunch of dinosaurs, plus a blonde boy who’d started playing with
them in Courfeyrac’s absence, and the three of them become inseparable. How Courf and Ferre got together? Literally took the next 13+ years because at
that point they’re so intertwined that they can’t even see that they’re
friendship has really just been friendship since they were about fourteen. Enjolras had the pleasure of watching all of
this with increasing exasperation because it
was so painfully obvious but no matter how many impatient hints he dropped
it took until prom for them to get a clue.
(They were both so jealous over the thought of the other going with
someone else that they had to do something. That something ended with them making out in
the school parking lot, as witnessed by a positively horrified Enjolras.)
could meet in a university lecture, when the teacher mentions some social issue
in passing but damn did Courfeyrac notice it and he notices that the prof is a hundred percent disgustingly wrong so
up shoots his hand. The next five
minutes is him and the prof arguing back and forth on the issue, Courfeyrac
getting more and more frustrated because he knows
he’s right, he just can’t get the words out right. And then the cute boy in glasses who was
sitting next to him stands up, says five words which perfectly summarize
Courfeyrac’s argument and completely shut down the prof. Never has Courfeyrac seen a greater burn and
there may or may not be scattered applause when he and Bespectacled Savoir sit
down. Afterwards Courfeyrac is sure to
ask his knight in baggy sweaters out for drinks. After Combeferre eventually invites
Courfeyrac to this activist group that he and his best friend formed Courfeyrac
knows he’s gone on this boy. And after
Combeferre goes on an excited, hour long rant about the possibilities of solar
power to him at three in the morning months later Courfeyrac realizes he’s a
100%, completely in love with this boy.
And after Courfeyrac interrupts the rant by kissing him and Combeferre kisses him back and they finally fall
into bed together he realizes that yeah, this is gonna
be a good thing.
about one where they meet online and originally it starts with them nerding out
together over Star Trek but soon their friendship spreads. They talk about other fandoms, about
classwork, about friends, about shit that’s happening in the news (do they ever
talk about that, both of them get fired up when it comes to social
issues). And it spreads not only to
different subjects but across more and more social media sites and various
parts of each other’s lives; they’re constantly sending messages back and forth
on Twitter, or tagging reblogs for each other on Tumblr, or texting (though
never Snapchat, no selfies, nothing that would reveal who they are, there’s
something… special about the anonymity that both are a little scared to
break). But then one day Courfeyrac gets
a text from Combeferre in the middle of class that reads “I’m in literally the
most boring English class right now please save me.” And Courf grins and texts back under his
desk, “Dude, me too!? Seriously, there’s no way in hell yours is more boring
than mine, mine is being taught by an actual dinosaur.” In response he gets: “Dinosaurs are
fascinating, I’ll have you know. Mine’s
droning on like Professor Binns from Harry Potter. I’m so bored I’ve been counting the freckles
on the back of the neck of the guy who sits in front of me. I’m at 47, he has a lot.” And Courfeyrac rubs
the back of his neck self-consciously then, wondering what Combeferre would
think of his freckles and texts him
back… only to realize then that as soon as he hits send the phone that belongs
to the guy sitting behind him vibrates and he sort of chuckles. So Courfeyrac turns to look at the nerdy guy
that he’s never really thought about before and realizes… that he doesn’t know
the kid’s last name because how often do teacher’s actually call anyone by
their last name, really? The first day
of class, if even? So he asks
potentially the weirdest question he’s ever asked an almost perfect stranger: “Have
you been counting my freckles?” And the
guy behind him gawks and then flushes bright red and let’s his head drop onto
his desk. “Oh no, you’re Courfeyrac, aren’t you?”
They’re sent to the hall for bursting out laughing in the middle of
about them as a queerplatonic couple where they meet at a really disappointing
LGBT+ event? Where Combeferre was sat in
a corner of the bar with his drink and his ereader because he’ll be damned if
he goes to try to interact with them
again but he’s also not going to be scared away until he’s finished his damn
drink, thank you very much. And then
Courfeyrac ambles up with his drink and starts chatting with him, asking him
why he’s all the way over here, to which Combeferre responds “Apparently asexual isn’t queer enough
for certain people in here. I always forget that when a person isn’t actively fucking the same gender they
become heterosexual.” And Courfeyrac
just howls with laughter because thank
god someone gets it, he’s been picking fights all evening because there are
people in here that think that calling yourself a bisexual aromantic makes you
a ~special snowflake~. So they end up
leaving and going to talk more and basically become best friends over
night. They’re not sure what to call
their relationship over the next couple years because it’s not friends but
Courfeyrac doesn’t do boyfriends and Combeferre doesn’t do friends with
benefits but this is a commitment, this is a for life thing and they just sort
of stumble across the idea of queerplatonic partners and they both know
immediately that that’s what they are.
you’d prefer a high school au where Courfeyrac is genuinely, unspeakably awful at math. He hates it and it hates him. He once threw his math homework into the
fireplace when he was thirteen. Math retaliated
by adding letters. It’s an ongoing battle. So he gets a tutor, another student his age
named Combeferre. Courfeyrac introduces
himself and cheerfully warns the boy “Just so you know, I’ll probably hate you
by the end of this” and Combeferre calmly promises that he’s tutored plenty of
people in math and he’s use to it. Sure
enough, half way through the first lesson Courfeyrac closes his book, thanks
Combeferre for his time, and cheerfully informs him that he does, indeed, hate
him, before walking out. Courf still
goes back next week though, and this time last the entire time, but still ends
it by informing Combeferre that he hates him and everything he stands for. This continues and after every single lesson
(and possibly a couple times throughout depending on the unit) Courfeyac
happily informs Combeferre that he hates him.
Neither are quite sure when “I hate you” started to achingly, painfully
mean “I love you” but Combeferre understands that too apparently because the
rest of that lesson is spent making
out in the far corner of the library.