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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: âHeâs so cute, he cooks for me all the time!â or âMy boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isnât he the cutest?â and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didnât expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies âif looks could killâ to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.
The LGBTQ community has seen controversy regarding acceptance of different groups (bisexual and transgender individuals have sometimes been marginalized by the larger community), but the term LGBT has been a positive symbol of inclusion and reflects the embrace of different identities and that weâre stronger together and need each other. While there are differences, we all face many of the same challenges from broader society.
In the 1960â˛s, in wider society the meaning of the word gay transitioned from âhappyâ or âcarefreeâ to predominantly mean âhomosexualâ and was an umbrella term that meant anyone who wasnât cisgender or heterosexual. The community embraced the word âgayâ as a mark of pride.
The modern fight for queer rights is considered to have begun with The Stonewall Riots in 1969 and was called the Gay Liberation Movement and the Gay Rights Movement.
The acronym GLB surfaced around this time to also include Lesbian and Bisexual people who felt âgayâ wasnât inclusive of their identities.Â
Early in the gay rights movement, gay men were largely the ones running the show and there was a focus on menâs issues. Lesbians were unhappy that gay men dominated the leadership and ignored their needs and the feminist fight. As a result, lesbians tended to focus their attention on the Womenâs Rights Movement which was happening at the same time. This dominance by gay men was seen as yet one more example of patriarchy and sexism.Â
In the 1970â˛s, sexism and homophobia existed in more virulent forms and those biases against lesbians also made it hard for them to find their voices within womenâs liberation movements. Betty Friedman, the founder of the National Organization for Women (NOW), commented that lesbians were a âlavender menaceâ that threatened the political efficacy of the organization and of feminism and many women felt including lesbians was a detriment.
In the 80s and 90s, a huge portion of gay men were suffering from AIDS while the lesbian community was largely unaffected. Lesbians helped gay men with medical care and were a massive part of the activism surrounding the gay community and AIDS. This willingness to support gay men in their time of need sparked a closer, more supportive relationship between both groups, and the gay community became more receptive to feminist ideals and goals.Â
Approaching the 1990â˛s it was clear that GLB referred to sexual identity and wasnât inclusive of gender identity and T should be added, especially since trans activist have long been at the forefront of the communityâs fight for rights and acceptance, from Stonewall onward. Some argued that T should not be added, but many gay, lesbian and bisexual people pointed out that they also transgress established gender norms and therefore the GLB acronym should include gender identities and they pushed to include T in the acronym.Â
GLBT became LGBT as a way to honor the tremendous work the lesbian community did during the AIDS crisis.Â
Towards the end of the 1990s and into the 2000s, movements took place to add additional letters to the acronym to recognize Intersex, Asexual, Aromantic, Agender, and others. As the acronym grew to LGBTIQ, LGBTQIA, LGBTQIAA, many complained this was becoming unwieldy and started using a â+â to show LGBT arenât the only identities in the community and this became more common, whether as LGBT+ or LGBTQ+.Â
In the 2010â˛s, the process of reclaiming the word âqueerâ that began in the 1980â˛s was largely accomplished. In the 2020â˛s the LGBTQ+ acronym is used less often as Queer is becoming the more common term to represent the community.Â
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Itâs Norahâs first day home alone with Allegra since Cliffordâs paternity leave ended, and she learned that Allegra is 1) gassy and 2) hates being held. That didnât stop them from sharing this sweet moment together though đĽ˛
Chapter Warnings: angst if you squint, Harry Potter characters appearance, use of (Y/N) but not excessively, some swearing, use of 2nd person for the reader
Summary:Â "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe.". In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).
A/N: this is the first english fic I've written, so I'm terrified. Anyway, Trimetravel! AU with Sebastian Sallow. Some background info: Reader is not MC; Reader is a Gryffindor, MC was a Slytherin; MC was a Pureblood, Reader is a Muggle Born. Also, english is not my first language so if you find any mistakes, I deeply apologise. Not proof-read (for obvious reasons).
Sebastian paced the corridors, a frown adorning his face.
He had just come out of the Headmaster's office due to the absolute disaster that had occurred to him just a few hours ago.
After weeks of research, he had finally found something that could help him, a breakthrough with which he could finally achieve his goal. An artefact so powerful that it could break the fabric of time and space, something that could help his poor sister live a happy and healthy life again. He did not care that they were not on speaking terms at the moment: he would find a way to talk to her so that she would take this last chance. He would force her if he had to. It was his last hope, and Merlin knows he had tried everything.
If he had known about the artefact's effects earlier, he would have thought twice before using it.
"So, Mr Sallow, could you be so kind as to tell us how you came to be in our time?" the Headmaster, who had earlier introduced himself as Albus Dumbledore, asked him.
Truth is that not having stopped dwelling with the Dark Arts in search of a cure for Anne had led him to find himself in another timeline instead. His face twitched: in terms of unlikelihood, the scales seemed pretty unbalanced.
It was a brief conversation, really; Sebastian omitting some details (like his friendship with an Ancient Magic wielder or the murder of his uncle, for which he bore full responsibility) and grimacing against his own will when the Headmaster looked at him through his half-moon shaped glasses as if asking him, "Why are you lying to me?"
He pushed the thought away as quickly as it came: it wasn't like he could read his mind⌠or could he?
He breathed a sigh of relief when the Headmaster dismissed him after giving him specific instructions on how to behave until they found a way to return him to his timeline - one of which was, "Please don't inform anyone of your condition unless it's absolutely necessary." That seemed quite reasonable to him, so he nodded.
The artefact was damaged, as expected, and unlikely to work again unless a powerful form of magic came into contact with it and repaired it: something like Ancient Magic, perhaps, or a miracle.
"I see you're still causing trouble everywhere you go, aren't you, Mr Sallow?" the familiar voice of Phineas Nigellus Black mocked from his portrait, effectively startling him. He looked up and into the eyes of his old Headmaster, and his mouth fell open at the sight of him. Before he could say anything, Black disappeared, and a woman with severe blue eyes and long robes escorted him out of the office.
He looked around at his familiar surroundings, which would have been almost comforting if it wasn't for the nameless faces looking at him curiously: Hogwarts students tended to recognise each other effortlessly, and anyone who didn't fit into that bundle of familiarity was to be ostracised. He remembered all too well when he was the one helping the new fifth-year find her way around these same corridors, except he didn't need guidance: this was his home, after all.
But he did have a guide, and she wasn't as charming a student as he was either.
The Head of the Gryffindor House walked right next to him, a stern expression on her face made even more prominent by the shadow of her large witch hat. The woman Sebastian had come to know as Minerva McGonagall was also the Transfiguration teacher and Headmaster Dumbledore's right hand, at least it seemed that way, which was no doubt why she was accompanying him rather than the Head of his own House.
He decided not to ask himself any questions and do what the Headmaster told him to: attend class, fit in, and pretend to be either a transfer student or someone with a complex background - he hadn't decided which story to tell yet (and both of them, in a way or another, would be true).
The clacking of Professor McGonagall's shoes stopped so abruptly that he almost would have missed it if she hadn't started speaking.
"You're about to meet two of your new classmates. Prefects of the Gryffindor House," she raised her left arm in their direction, and his eyes followed it to two red and gold robes leading into warm faces.
"I am pleased to introduce you to Ms Hermione Granger -" she gestured to the girl with curly hair to her left, who wore a friendly smile all while maintaining a serious and clean look, "- and Mr Ronald Weasley." Sebastian's eyes shot to the boy to his right when he heard the familiar name, and to be honest, he might not have needed an introduction at all: the red-haired boy gave him a wry smile, his freckles standing out even more in the natural light. He would have recognised those features anywhere.
Finally, he noticed their uniforms. He didn't pay much attention to the boy's - he himself also wore a very similar one, uncomfortable and informal as it seemed to him - for his eyes were fixed on the girl's. She was wearing a grey cardigan with red and gold trim, the colours of her House, and her skirt was much shorter than he remembered, with black denier thighs covering the rest of her legs. He felt himself blush slightly and averted his eyes.
He wondered why the Slytherin prefects were unsuited to this situation: at the end of the day, he was a Slytherin too. He didn't need to undergo the Sorting again because nothing would have changed - and the Hat would have recognised him as he doesn't forget easily, but he decided to leave those questions for another time.
McGonagall turned back to him and briefly adjusted his robes, her face softening slightly, "For the time being, it is best if you don't draw attention to yourself. We will find a solution," she straightened her posture and nodded at him, "Welcome to Hogwarts." She turned on her hills and walked away, leaving him with the two Gryffindors.
He studied their faces for a moment, searching for the right words to say, deciding on which story to tell, but the only thing he could muster was: "How come you're Gryffindors?"
The two students stared at him, appalled, and he mentally slapped himself. He wanted to correct his statement and explain his intention, but the girl stopped him before he could even form a coherent thought.
"You're wondering why they asked us to guide you and not the Slytherin prefects, am I right?"
Either his question wasn't that unclear, or the girl had excellent deduction skills, and judging by the epiphany on the other boy's face when he understood the meaning of her words, it was most likely the latter.
He sighed inwardly and nodded, mentally promising not to stumble over his words again. The boy chimed in: "Because otherwise you'd have to deal with Malfoy, and he's an idiot-" the girl slapped him on the arm and gave him a warning look before turning back to Sebastian.
Malfoy, he thought. One of the most famous pure-blood families. Now he knew why a Weasley would want nothing to do with him. He wondered if they still held the same values as in his day: if the Malfoys were still blood maniacs, and so was the person they spoke of, or if he wanted to distance himself from his family as Ominis did. Judging by Ronald's opinion of him, he did not think that was possible, but then again, he did not know the guy. Maybe things had moved on after a century: no blood wars, discrimination or superiority complexes. Perhaps this was all just a simple rivalry between two students from different Houses.
"Professor McGonagall thought us to be best suited for this difficult situation. No other student but us knows about your⌠misadventure."
To call it a "misadventure" would be an understatement, Sebastian thought. As it turned out, however, he didn't need a story to tell: they already knew everything. He didn't know whether to feel betrayed by the Professors who had decided to disclose this information or relieved that he didn't have to go through this alone.
"Where have you been?!" called a voice from the end of the corridor, directly behind Sebastian.
He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him.
He definitely didn't have to go through this alone because there she was. Standing a few feet away from him, looking straight at him, was the person who had accompanied him on all his adventures.
She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe.
He felt his lips twist into a grin, and he beamed at the sight of her. Had she been looking for him?
He frowned a little as he noticed her expression: she seemed annoyed, almost angry. Perhaps she had no intention of following him and had just ended up here for no reason? Were the two of them connected on a deeper level than he thought? Or perhaps she was just worried for him and angry he didn't look for her too?
The girl started to walk towards them, and his smile widened even more the closer she got.
She was almost there when he realised she wasn't sparing him a glance.
Instead, her eyes were focused on the red-haired boy next to him, who was staring at her in horror, looking completely terrified.
Sebastian looked back at the girl, finally noticing the red and gold tie around her neck where a green and silver one usually belonged, a crease in her eyebrows that wasn't there before, and her eyes were a different colour than he remembered.
What the hell is going on here?, he thought, staring at her wide-eyed.
"Ron, for God's sake, I've been looking all over for you! Do you intend to give me back my book before class starts, or should I pull a new one out of a hat because you can't use your own?" she threw her hands in the air disapprovingly.
Ron stuttered briefly before hesitantly pointing at the Slytherin boy next to him, "I've just had too much to do. Prefect stuff, you know."
The girl scowled at him before turning to the said boy, her eyes softening slightly.
"Oh! You're the new fifth-year!"
Sebastian's eye twitched. How bloody ironic.
"I'm Sebastian Sallow," he replied.
"Nice to meet you. I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."
His breath caught in his throat. He could recognise that surname anywhere, but your name sounded deaf to his ears.
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