There are thirty-nine known members of the Order of the Phoenix. Only twelve of them are women.
Winner Most Original Story & Best Minor Character (Marlene McKinnon) FROGS 2019. Winner of Most Inclusivity POGs 2019.
Beta'd by the ever wonderful sibilant. Banner by the ever talented grumpy cat @tda.
Harry has news for his husband Joe and his wife Ginny. They each also have good news.
for Queer In Knitted Thing's Queer Your Faves challenge
When the sharpest words wanna cut me down
I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out
I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me
Look out 'cause here I come
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum
I'm not scared to be seen
I make no apologies, this is me
-This is me
The Greatest Showman
*Written for the "Faking It" Challenge hosted by down-in-flames*
Emily Lauder has a lot to prove as Editor-in-Chief of Hogwarts' student newspaper, The Daily Snidget - even before a huge scoop about Rose and Scorpius, Hogwarts' golden couple, falls in her lap.
A story of fake dating, student journalism, and boundless queerness.
nancy drew. @ TDA.
There’s a murderer targeting the Wizengamot, a blackmailer in the Minister’s office, a liar amongst loved ones. And when they all come together, everything changes.
Can you keep a secret, Minister?
The Ellimist had given him a glimpse of the human body he had always wanted. And then he had taken it away.
Some young ladies dream of being the wife of a Nobleman, Ivanna Harris dreams of being the Nobleman that the young ladies are yearning to marry. While disguising herself as her brother works while they are children, Ivanna's becoming too feminine to be a believable boy. One day, a man named Roderick Gryffindor comes to their small village, and Ivanna leaps at the opportunity for adventure.
All your idols are gilded; all your idols are false.
(Or, there are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, the other is getting it - Oscar Wilde)
|| Nargles 2018 Runner-up: Most Original Story ||
As Albus and Scorpius begin their life together, Albus discovers that married life is every bit as wonderful and difficult as he always anticipated it would be. Life is better now that they're free from the looming threat of a Dark Arts resurgence, but Albus quickly realizes that there are plenty of other threats, too, like aggravating bosses and unexpected bouts of baby fever. Meanwhile, officials within the Ministry unearth a rapidly-worsening problem: for reasons unknown, the frequency of Squib births has quietly and suddenly quadrupled, leading to serious concerns over what might be prohibiting wizards and witches from passing on their magical genes-- and what that might mean for the coming generations of Wizardkind. While James and his new Ministry department struggle to deal with the societal impacts of an unprecedented amount of Squib children, Lily and Albus find their jobs--and their lives--intersecting in an unexpected way.
Reserve Beater for the Tutshill Tornados. It sounded like a great career, but for Hollie Finnigan, it was a lot of bench warming and a chance for all of the people she ever told to ask, "Oh, so you know Roxanne Weasley? Can you get me her autograph?"
Hollie knew Roxanne all right. She was in love with her.
A story about love and lies, fame, and a little Quidditch.
A Farcical, Turbulent Wallowing about a Facetious Faction of Separatists. An iconoclastic conglomerate of nonconformists. A story of social relations as written by an unsocial introvert. . . this should go spiffingly.
if i were a girl, what would my name be?
All I want is everything you take for granted.
For lunarlumos' Non-Cisgender Challenge
Excellent banner by Engima @ TDA.
The whole thing is ridiculous.
Written for Rumpelstiltskin's Companion Piece Challenge
2:nd place in MuggleMaybe's Happy & Gay Challenge
Also written for Sam's (Dojh167's) birthday! <3
Charming banner by TreacleTart @ TDA!
Lovely Banner by kitcath @ TDA
Millicent looks in the mirror briefly before leaving the room and barely recognizes herself. It is as if a distant cousin stares back at her. Someone vaguely familiar, but at the same time almost unrecognizable.