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You keep talking about the origins of AO3 as this group effort by an actual group of people who were friends and who spent time discussing this with each other in person. It's kind of blowing my mind. Is there a post or a journal somewhere that specifically keeps record of this?
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I'm dying.
Nonnie, seriously?
No, that's mean, I know you're serious. It's just flabbergasting how much fandom has expanded and how much there isn't a direct link to the past.
Astolat and Cesperanza floated the idea at Vividcon and various places, I think, though I wasn't going to cons in that era. We were all on LJ in those days, and Astolat made a big post nailing her theses to the door. Discussion in the comments was instant and prolonged.
A LJ com was set up to discuss. It was later renamed to otw_news, but if you go all the way back to the beginning, you can see brainstorming mess instead of official news posts.
Fanlore page linking to Astolat's post and giving a little context.
Early brainstorming: https://otw-news.livejournal.com/2007/05/
For example, here I am collecting links to older archives to look at for research when designing AO3.
Fun fact, we never intended to call it AO3. There was a whole call for name suggestions, but nothing was as evocative as astolat's original post title referencing Virginia Woolf. (For those who haven't thought about it, AO3's name is a reference to A Room of One's Own.)
Here's the name discussion
Here's the poll that came out of it
But also notice how many people voted: 562.
That's how many people cared at the time: a few hundred. Maybe a thousand if you count lurkers, but frankly, that community was not as lurkery as now. It wasn't just ten friends. It was a community effort. But what "our" community looked like at the time was vastly different. It was six degrees of Kevin Bacon astolat, not a vast sea of strangers like fic fandom on AO3 is now.
Here's an early post suggesting we ban the under 18s from the site entirely. Pity we didn't do so, given the rise of antis.
Here's the invite to a fundraising party at astolat's in NYC that following Halloween. I dressed as Amanda from Highlander, not very well.
You can tell we knew each other by looking at those comments on astolat's initial post. You can also tell how discussion-based that part of fandom was back in 2007.
The way my tumblr is now with a ton of text, back and forth, and hopping around between threads of conversation, all featuring a consistent set of faces, is very much like LJ. Most of tumblr is not.
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"I love you, too. Wanted to say it for a while. Sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't. Sorry I'm saying it now, but I do. It's okay, right? It's okay. I love you, too."
"You're so fucking stupid," Sirius whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. He shakes his head sharply, lips pressed into a thin line, and then he looks right at Regulus. "Listen to me, there is no world in which I wouldn't mourn the loss of you, because it would be a loss. I don't care what you've done, or how bad of a person you make yourself out to be. You're my brother. Don't you get it? I would never be the same if I lost you."
Crimson Rivers, Zeppazariel
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this is so so true and special
this is officially me volunteering for marlene. get my baby outta there 😩🙏
you know who i would volunteer for?
sirius, in a heartbeat. him over regulus, over james or effie or marlene, or literally anyone. like, this made me sit down and think about it, and yeah, sirius would be the person i would be, like, tripping all over myself to volunteer for 😭 he's so special to me, im sorry, i love him so much
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the intense and painful concept of
james “i think i’ll miss you forever” potter and regulus “like stars miss the sun” black
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me, every time someone asks me if i still read books
no bc why is it so awkward explaining that you’re a Marauders Era Harry Potter stan??
“So you know Harry’s Dad?..well he had this group of friends in hogwarts..”
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APOD (July 18th) Stephan's Quintet from Webb, Hubble, and Subaru
OK, but why can't you combine images from Webb and Hubble? You can, and today's featured image shows one impressive result. Although the recently launched James Webb Space Telescope (Webb) has a larger mirror than Hubble, it specializes in infrared light and can't see blue -- only up to about orange. Conversely, the Hubble Space Telescope (Hubble) has a smaller mirror than Webb and can't see as far into the infrared as Webb, but can image not only blue light but even ultraviolet. Therefore, Webb and Hubble data can be combined to create images across a wider variety of colors. The featured image of four galaxies from Stephan's Quintet shows Webb images as red and also includes images taken by Japan's ground-based Subaru telescope in Hawaii. Because image data for Webb, Hubble, and Subaru are made freely available, anyone around the world can process it themselves, and even create intriguing and scientifically useful multi-observatory montages. Stephan's Quintet from just: Webb, Hubble
for more info:
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Marlene or James
mar, my beloved, i’m so so sorry
Fix-it fic or modern au
Wolfstar or Starchaser (there is a wrong answer)
CRUELCRUEL SO CRUEL
listen, i know i’m choosing the wrong answer here but, hear me out: i read way more jegulus than wolfstar and usually enjoy it more but, butttt… wolfstar was the first ship i enjoyed and it just has a special place in my heart <33
Prongtail or Moonchaser
Sirius or Regulus (I'm sorry Imao)
CRUELCRUEL SO CRUEL x2
i am sirius, sirius is me so i can’t choose anything else
Dark!James au or Good!Pete au
no comments
James lives or Lily lives
james + regulus lives and they raise harry together :)
Jegulily or Rosestarkillerchaser
ksjdjsldoirke i don’t want to choose but i love @fuckboyregulus ‘s tell me pretty lies with all my heart sooooooo
Potions tutor fics or quidditch rival fics
im a slut for quidditch drama
Emmeline or Benjy
he is always a menace in ff
Rosekiller or Starchaser
rosekiller my beloveds, but starchaser is just too much for my heart
Blackinnon or Snily (gonna make u all suffer HA, lucky I don't have to pick)
disgusting but ‘the gays<3’ are always better
Marauders this or that:
Reblog with your answers I’m begging
Anyone is invited to do it
Marlene or James
Fix-it fic or modern au
Wolfstar or Starchaser (there is a wrong answer)
Prongtail or Moonchaser
Sirius or Regulus (I’m sorry lmao)
Mariah or Benvolio (if you don’t know them skip this one)
Dark!James au or Good!Pete au
James lives or Lily lives
Jegulily or Rosestarkillerchaser
Potions tutor fics or quidditch rival fics
Emmeline or Benjy
Rosekiller or Starchaser
Blackinnon or Snily (gonna make u all suffer HA, lucky I don’t have to pick)
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vampires aren't even scary like okay you want to bite and suck? who doesnt
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So I asked nonbinary reddit this a while back:
And they really went all out, here are some of my favorite responses:
And of course, the most confusing of all to cis people:
Link to the original if you wanna see more responses!
Edit: first off, wow I did not expect this to take off like it did, thank you!
Second, this somehow made it onto TERF and anti-sjw tumblr and their replies are just proof they have no sense of humor.
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the fact that NASA has named the telescope that is supposed to be giving us so many new incredible information about the space after a homophonic bigot ——
Just a reminder that although yes the James Webb Telescope pictures are beautiful, the telescope is named after a homophobe who reinforced the "Lavender Scare" within NASA workforce, dismissing LGBTQ+ members while he was head of NASA.
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Just a reminder that although yes the James Webb Telescope pictures are beautiful, the telescope is named after a homophobe who reinforced the "Lavender Scare" within NASA workforce, dismissing LGBTQ+ members while he was head of NASA.
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this is so beautiful and inspiring
What is a gender? What is a body? I don't know. I'm not a scientist!
Enjoy this thing I call: The weight of being perceived
#mars hates being perceived too#happy nonbinary day#a day late#more like two days#im sorry#i was hiding#and reading fan fiction#and staring at the jwst pictures
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i don’t think i can love this sirius more
a friend coerced me into drawing this and i can't even say i'm upset about it
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maybe it’s my love for dark!au’s, but i am obsessed with the idea of a darker, slytherin, sirius black.
think about it.
at eleven, sirius black was almost a hatstall. he had the core traits of slytherin and gryffindor, and would flourish in either house. the traits were perfectly balanced, meaning the choice was in his hands. he could go to gryffindor, stepping into the hopes that the boys he met on the train would join him, or he could go to slytherin, making his family proud for once. upholding the reputation of the noble and most ancient house of black, as the heir should do. all the young purebloods he was raised alongside would be there. it would be the safe bet- and he knew he was cunning enough to keep friends from any house.
so he chose slytherin. and flourish he did. sirius was friends with everyone he should be- mulciber, avery, lestrange, rookwood, the carrows. even snape- a halfblood. when regulus joined two years later, their little group expanded- also including crouch and rosier. of course, sirius didn’t care much for blood purity, it didn’t matter to him, so he just stayed out of the taunting of muggleborns and he got along with everyone just fine. he didn’t need to outwardly hate muggleborns to be a black- he just told everyone he didn’t want to get into trouble.
he told himself, as he sat on the sorting stool, that he’d be friends with whoever he wanted, and he upheld that promise. no matter how well he got along with his housemates, his best friends were james potter (the blood-traitor) and remus lupin (a half-blood). he was friends with their friend, peter pettigrew, too- but he didn’t quite warm up to him the same, something about that boy seemed off. he befriended others in the house, too- frank longbottom, alice fortescue, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes. even lily potter- before she even befriended james. but no one was ever as close as remus and james were to him. sirius’s gryffindor friends were his best kept secret- no one knew! just how his brothers-in-all-but-blood didn’t know about how sirius practiced the dark arts in his dorm at night. he could have the best of both worlds. he was sure of it.
the summer before sixth year, he realised that no matter what he did- he couldn’t make his parents proud enough. proud enough not to offer their eldest child up to be marked by the dark lord. but sirius had no choice here. he couldn’t be disowned, he couldn’t let regulus be marked instead. even if he very much wanted to stay out of his war. so he took the mark. he practiced the dark arts with more fervour than usual. he spelled his clothes down over his wrists. he was oh-so-careful to ensure that his gryffindor friends never found out. no matter how much they loved each other, sirius knew they wouldn’t understand. they would never be faced with the kind of decision he had to make. their friendship was very much rooted in their belief that sirius was nothing like the rest of his house. they clung on to the belief that sirius could have, should have, been gryffindor. he let them think that, they don’t need to know he chose slytherin.
he did something he shouldn’t have in sixth year, too. he allowed himself to fall for someone he could never have. stolen kisses and frantic touching in dark corners that they could never discuss in daylight was what sirius had to accept for his relationship with remus. he hoped this war would be over sooner rather than later, so they could be together properly. he would worry about the mark on his arm at a later date, no one would see it until he wanted them to.
or, so he thought. sirius was still a slytherin, you see. a black, too. attending hogwarts in the midst of a brewing war. well, you understand what people must have assumed. which was how sirius found himself in the hospital wing, having been caught unawares by a rather nasty curse to the back. in the dead of night, as he lay in a potion-induced sleep, his two beloved gryffindors visited him without sirius knowing. sirius couldn’t reapply the sticking charm to his sleeve before sleeping, and when he moved his arm in his slumber- james and remus almost threw up. sirius was a death eater. the boy who made up creative nicknames for you-know-who was one of his minions. betrayed didn’t even cover it. had sirius been lying about his views all this time? was he friends with them to gather intellect? they didn’t know.
they had the decency to leave him a letter. and what a letter it was- two pages of pure heartbreak and anger. sirius almost broke when he read it. almost but not quite. you see, the black heir could not break. especially not when he had been chosen to serve the mighty dark lord so young. he wrote a letter back, a rather scathing one at that. they didn’t understand, they would never understand. sirius didn’t have a choice in the matter- he would be disowned or even dead if he hadn’t taken that mark. duty came before feelings, and if they couldn’t understand that and just accept that he was still the sirius they befriended on that train five years ago then they would be lucky if he ever forgave them.
but, they couldn’t understand. they treated him the same as they did any other slytherin. hexes in the halls, insults spat across classrooms. sirius tried to be the bigger person, he really did. but as the weeks went by, it became so easy to spit insults like blood-traitor, or mudblood, or to return those hexes back tenfold. sure, james had a nasty bat-bogey hex and remus was a pretty stellar dueller, but they didn’t wield the dark arts. they wouldn’t have looked at sirius like that when he finally retaliated if they did.
when sirius was eighteen, regulus took the mark anyway. sirius had hoped to prevent this two years ago, allowing himself to be marked to spare regulus the fate- even if regulus believed in the dark lord’s values so much more than he did. but regulus wasn’t forced to join- he made the choice himself. he wanted to be marked. so who was sirius to stop him? the curses had gotten so much easier by this point, his actions didn’t keep him up at night any longer. he had smothered the guilt long ago. he didn’t mourn the loss of james’ and remus’ friendship every day. he was doing his duty to his family, and to his lord. and he was doing it well.
when he was nineteen, he received an invite to james’ wedding to lily evans- along with strict instructions for himself and severus snape. they were to be glamoured, siting at the back- and were in no circumstances allowed to attend the reception. three years on, and james still wanted him at his wedding. lily still wanted severus there. as they both watched the nuptials, barely-there tears in their eyes for very different reasons, sirius allowed himself to hope. to hope that one day things would be back to normal. over the next few months, sirius felt the sparks of this normalcy blooming- himself and james began exchanging letters. they talked about anything and everything but the war. never the war. never the opposing sides. even if sirius had a very strong suspicion that james was part of the lucrative order of the phoenix.
when he was twenty, james made sirius the godfather of his child. harrison james potter, born july 31st 1980. remus still barely looked at sirius when he visited, but that was okay. they were civil, even if it was only for baby harry. even if sirius could sense the betrayal that a fucking death eater was made godfather over him. sirius swore an unbreakable vow to james- nothing he would do would ever knowingly bring harm upon harry. he apologised to lily a lot. listen, lily, i know i shouldn’t have called you a mudblood. i know. i know i deserved every hex you threw at me. if i didn’t call you one i think i’d very well be dead though, and how could you live without my sparkling wit? this war will be over one day, you know. if my side win, i’ll get you out of britain to somewhere safe. if your lot win, put in a good word for me at my trial, yeah? ow, fuck, lily! that fucking hurt!
then came the chaos. the result of half a prophecy overheard in a seedy pub that alleged that baby harry could defeat the dark lord. sirius thought it was bullshit. it seemed so set up. who would reveal a prophecy in a pub? why only half of it? he told his lord this, but without proof he knew he too would err on the side of caution- just like his lord. regulus came to him around this time, frantically rambling about horcruxes and the mistakes they have made in joining- and sirius gripped him in the stairway of grimmauld place and told him to keep his bloody head down. sirius knew what happened to those who weren’t loyal. he couldn’t lose his brother. he wouldn’t.
he warned james about the prophecy- and the potters went under fidelius. sirius understood why he wasn’t the secret keeper, really, he was just happy to be in their lives. peter pettigrew became a seedy little face at the death eater meetings. he never spoke up. the dark lord never gave him orders- implying he had a mission that was not for everyone to know. sirius was very suspicious, but surely remus was the secret keeper? peter never seemed truly loyal to his friends. he wouldn’t be the secret keeper, would he?
ah. no. he would. sirius went nuts at james when he found out, hexes flying all across the kitchen of the cottage at godric’s hollow. i’m telling you, he’s a fucking death eater james. he’s at all the meetings. no, i’m not bloody lying, i’m at the fucking meetings too you arsehole. no, i’m not just upset you didn’t make me secret keeper- you should have picked remus. no, it’s not too late to change it. floo remus, now. yes, it has to be remus. you shouldn’t trust anyone else, james, really. ten fucking years and when has remus ever let you down? exactly. he’ll do it, and i’ll deal with pettigrew. it’s not too late.
but it was too late. sirius should have asked who was the secret keeper earlier, and james would have been alive. he went after pettigrew, of course he did. and he was almost successful- one more curse and the rat would have been finished. in the space of twenty four hours his lord was gone, his godson had been snatched up by sodding dumbledore, regulus had faked his own death and was in the black manor in france, his best friend was fucking dead, and the ministry were rounding up death eaters- rosier was quite possibly dead, snape was in a ministry holding cell, malfoy manor was being raided as he spoke, the lestranges were going even more fucking mental than usual and that couldn’t be good, and there were wanted posters up everywhere. sirius had nothing left to lose- he could cast the killing curse easily, and he was ready to do it.
of course, peter pettigrew was a rat for a reason- and he really lived up to his animagus form. at twenty one, sirius black found himself serving life in azkaban surrounded by fellow death eaters for the murder of 13 muggles and peter pettigrew himself. quite impressive, really- if he had been the one to do it, of course.
twelve years in azkaban without a trial, and no one from the light ever considered that he was innocent. sirius may have been a death eater, but his mind was always neutral before azkaban. but not now. not after so long in that hellhole. lucius malfoy had tried to use his influence to get sirius a trial multiple times, but albus dumbledore blocked it. albus dumbledore who knew that peter pettigrew was the potter’s secret keeper.
in the end, harry himself got sirius out. even without sirius, remus or even his own father, harry had managed to acquire the mauraders map- and it wasn’t long until he pieced together that ronald weasley’s pet rat was listed as one peter pettigrew on the map. by some kind of miracle, young harry had the sense not to go to dumbledore. he contacted amelia bones directly. sirius got a fair trial, he was declared innocent. regulus made a quiet return from france, and moved into the black manor in surrey. remus still didn’t fully trust him, and dumbledore blocked sirius from having custody of harry- claiming that he would be too unstable from azkaban.
but that was ok. sirius had a plan. and that plan involved joining the order of the phoenix. offering up grimmauld place to the order as their headquarters. gathering information. researching horcruxes. ensuring that when the day came for his lord to return, he would have proved himself loyal and found a way to spare harry. the light had failed him, and the dark had nurtured him. sirius was going to save his godson, and burn wizarding britain to the ground.
sirius was almost a hatstall, you see. gryffindor and slytherin. the bravery and determination of a gryffindor, and the ambition and cunning of a slytherin. red and emerald, gold and silver. sirius chose slytherin, and slytherin chose him. failure wasn’t an option, and he would use any means to achieve his aim.
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