#stop discriminating

for my moral ocd pals (+etc) out there, im not talking about intrusive thoughts or things YOU can't control. I'm talking about holding discriminatory values and acting on them. There is a difference between having THOUGHTS about stabbing people and actually stabbing them.

omg omg omg so first imagine or whatever that i've ever written in tumblr (*pisses on herself*) even though im fucking nervous im soooo excited to write!! english isnt my first language, so sorry in advance lmbco

tags: @dollywons

request: none :(

summary: In third year, one trip to hogsmead was on new years. Harry not being allowed to go there and y/n being the sweet person she was, they decided to go to the courtyard and make snowmans, not knowing that Fred and George stayed at school to spy on them.

warnings: none! fluff fluff fluff!!

disclaimer: very short! also, the tags aren't all for harry potter but i just want yall to be aware...

word count: 861

"You can go now," Harry insisted, fidgeting with the straps of the midnight blue hoodie that y/n gave him for christmas, while she continued to shake her head, staring at his beautiful green eyes.

"I told you, Harry, I'm not leaving you alone. As much as I think professor Lupin is a great person, I think you're kinda bored, always talking to him," Y/n replied, her beautiful h/c hair suiting very well the white beanie Harry gifted her. "And, anyways, I know you just loveee my company."

Harry rolled his eyes, but he didn't correct her- god, there wasn't anything to correct. He loved her company, he loved her humour, he loved her intelligence, he loved her compassion, he loved her generosity, he loved her smile, he loved her laugh- when will he admit that he loved her?

Never. Because they're just friends, friends that kiss their cheeks, friends that lean into eachothers shoulders, friends that hug a little longer than they should. Harry loved, absolutely adored, their friendship. If he ever accidently broke it, he'll never forgive himelf. Of course, Ron and Hermione are great, amazing even, but y/n was... she was brilliant. Yes, he loved her, he loved her since he saw her for the very first time, but he couldn't just risk the 3 years relationship there was between him and her.

"Harry? Harry? Harry James Potter? The Boy who Lived? Scarhead? Harold? Earth to- oh, there you are!"

"Huh?" Harry asked, realising he and y/n were now walking towards the courtyard, and also noticing how pretty y/n looked when she was cold and had rosy cheeks.

"You blacked out again. You really gotta stop that. Anyways, as I was asking you, do you want to make snowmans?" Y/n replied, sighing but smiling at the raven-headed boy.

"Oh, sorry, I really didn't me to." Harry excused himself, blushing slightly at his careless daydreaming. "And, uhm, yeah, of course! Lead the way."

Barely a minute after, they were in a feild of cold, soft and sticky snow.

"Perfect! Come on, whoever does the better snowman or snowwoman, wins!" Y/n giggled and started building her snowwoman, making her as big as she could.

Harry chuckled and followed y/n's movements, trying (and failing) to make an even bigger snowman. Sadly, y/n's hands were sure great, because her snowman was taller than her from far, perhaps half a head of more than Harry.

"It's unfair! I saw you using your wand at some point!" Harry groaned, even though he was not at all mad or even upset that y/n won. Actually, the bare sight of seeing her smile made his heart beat as fast as light and seemed to multiply the butterflies who were now dancing in Harry's stomach.

"Nobody said we couldn't! Isn't my fault that you thought we were going to use the good ol' muggle way to make a snowcreatures." Y/n laughed, getting rid of her scarf and dressing her snowwoman with it.

Damn that laugh.

"Okay, fineee... You know, they look like they could be mr and mrs snowman." Harry said out of the blue.

"Hm? You thinks so?" Y/n smiled, nudging his arm. "And what would we be? The two silly teenagers who're interrupting they're moment?"

Both of them bursted into laughs and giggles, which resolved Harry laughing so hard he fell on top of y/n, and accidently - even though y/n doesn't think so, or at least doesn't hope so - clumsily kissed her. Even though they should've parted away, Harry stayed a little longer and then pulled away.

"Uhm- I- Er- Uhm- I- Ugh!" Harry stuttered, visibly uncapable to say one sentence without blushing madly. Well, he was already blushing madly.

You couldn't say more of y/n. She was already red before that? Well, now she was either red as a cherry, or Harry needed new glasses.

"I'm uh- god, i'm stupid- Sorry- I- Uh..."

"I didn't mind."

.

..

...

whatdidthisawkwardfuckingkindbeautifulandactuallyspectacularygorgeousgirljustsaid?

"Huh?" Harry blurted out.

"I... uh... I said I didn't much mind it. I should've had, i'm so stupid, i'm so, so sorry-" Y/n was now, if ever possible, redder than hagrid when he got drunk.

"-no, no, don't be sorry. I... I'm actually quite glad you didn't mind it. Very, if I may."

They just stared at each other, and Y/n slowly smiled and pecked very quickly and gently Harry's lips, and then her face started matching it's normal colour.

"What- what are..." Harry started, but couldn't finish.

"We?"

"Yeah."

"We're teenagers who are idiots in lo-..."

"-ve. You're welcome."

"You like me?"

"I would't let you kiss me if I didn't, no?"

"Then I like you too, idiot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They stared at each other and Y/n started giggling again, which Harry joined quickly.

"ARE YOU MARRIED YET?!?!" they heard.

Both of them quickly turned to see both Fred and George a little further away, behind a bench, spying.

"Sod off!" Harry yelled, grinning.

"They're-" started George.

"-married!" ended Fred.

"Yippee!" The twins said in usion.

"They're mad." Harry said, but Y/n started laughing again.

And both of them ended up laughing, again, like mad teenagers who definetly did not kiss.

hurt themselves

starve themselves

have adhd

have depression

have anxiety

have bipolar

have autism

have down syndrome

have any disability

bevause they drink

because they do drugs

because they vape

because they smoke

because they are overweight

because they are underweight

because they are "too tall"

because they are "too short"

because of their race

because of their skin colour

because they are gay

because they are transgender

because they are lgbtqia+

I HATE you.

Matter of fact, if you bully anyone for ANY damn petty reason I hate you.

thanks for coming to my almost daily common sense talk everyone <3

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Spanish Version: El Postureo de la Falsa Academia y las Cuentas Fantasma

El anónimo que ha llegado a mi bandeja de entrada no es más que el reflejo perfecto de lo que son estas dos comunidades: un intento desesperado de aparentar una superioridad intelectual que, en realidad, nadie tiene. Da bastante pena ver cómo intentan insultar la inteligencia de todo el mundo en Tumblr cuando sus propios espacios se están cayendo a pedazos. No estamos hablando de que sean comunidades un poco flojas o que tengan malas raras; la realidad es que son lo peor que hay ahora mismo en la plataforma en todos los sentidos, empezando por una administración nefasta cuyos niveles académicos dan bastante vergüenza y no cumplen ni de lejos con lo que prometen en sus descripciones.

Si uno rasca un poco la superficie de esos blogs, lo único que encuentra es puro humo y una obsesión enfermiza por los números de cara a la galería. Mantienen una cantidad ridícula de blogs fantasma completamente inactivos solo para hacer bulto en la lista de miembros y fingir que son una comunidad viva. Por si eso no fuera suficiente ridículo, meten a gente de fuera que ni siquiera habla español en comunidades que supuestamente nacieron para hablar de literatura hispánica. Todo esto lo hacen con el único objetivo de inflar las estadísticas y hacer que parezca que hay movimiento en los dashboards con publicaciones vacías que no aportan absolutamente nada. Han perdido por completo el norte y la verdadera razón de ser de estos espacios: crear una comunidad real, apasionada y seria en nombre de la literatura en español.

Tanto que se llenan la boca con la palabra "internacional" para justificar este desastre de organización, cuando lo único que demuestran es que no saben gestionar un espacio cultural. Si lo que tanto les emociona es ver banderas de diferentes países juntas, ver números fluctuar en una pantalla y pretender que forman parte de un evento global sin tener que usar una sola neurona, lo tienen muy fácil. En lugar de arruinar los espacios de literatura con su incompetencia y su falso bulto, lo que deberían hacer es apagarse la pantalla, salir a la calle, tocar un poco de hierba y ponerse a ver el Mundial de fútbol. Ahí tienen toda la internacionalidad que sus cuerpos necesitan, con transmisiones tanto en español como en inglés para que nadie se pierda. En el fútbol la masa y el ruido son la norma, y no hace falta fingir un nivel académico que claramente les queda demasiado grande.

English Version: The Flop Eras of Digital Fandoms and Ghost Blogs

The anonymous ask sitting in my inbox is honestly embarrassing, mostly because whoever sent it is trying to insult everyone’s intelligence on this platform while defending absolute clownery. Let’s be real for a second: the two communities being defended here aren't just hitting a rough patch—they are in their ultimate flop era. From the ground up, they are the absolute worst spaces on Tumblr right now. The administrative team claims to hold these incredibly high academic and literary standards, but in reality, their actual output doesn’t even hit the bare minimum of what anyone would expect from a basic high school book club.

The entire setup is a massive illusion built on inflated metrics and desperate clout-chasing. The dashboard is filled with ghost blogs that the mods keep on life support just to make the member count look impressive. To make matters even funnier, they are actively pulling in random foreign accounts who don't even speak the language into spaces that are strictly branded as Spanish literature communities. They are doing all of this just to artificially trigger the algorithm and manufacture fake activity. In doing so, they have completely abandoned the actual plot: building a genuine, meaningful community centered around a shared passion for Hispanic texts.