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herarcadewasteland · 10 months

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Discoveries Pt. 3 ♥

A/N: Yes yes its been a little while but I've been busy okay? and i’ve been fired so emotional things. thank you all for the support so far and i hope this makes up for the wait.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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Stretching in your bed the next morning, you let out a large yawn as you adjusted to fall asleep again. Turning over in bed, you weren’t expecting the face of Fred to be right next you. You let out a startled scream as he laughed you, your eyes rolling as your shoulders shook with laughter.

“What are you doing, Fred? It’s like 5am.”

“7am. You slept in missy~”

Groaning and flipping to face the other side of the room, your hair swung dramatically with you and into Georges face, who was crouched on the opposite side of your bed, expecting the trouble of waking you up. You screamed again and sat up with a huff, the twins high-fiving over your head.

“Will you two just let me sleep for another hour at least?”

“No can do. You see-”, George started.

“We need to be at Diagon Alley by 8:30.”, Fred finished.

You ran a hand through your knotted hair, partly in confusion and mostly in frustration. When it clicked in your head that you had to get some school robes adjusted, you panicked and half jumped, half fell out of bed. The twins backed your frantic movements with laughter as they walked down to the kitchen, the chatter of impatient and hungry Weasleys filled your ears.

“Why do we have to wait for Y/N to eat?! It’s her fault for sleeping too long!”, Rons muffled voice fell into your conscious and made you speed up your hair and teeth brushing.

Rushing down the stairs, you stumbled directly into Bill who caught you with a sigh.

“Clumsy as always, Y/N.”

You let out an almost ashamed laugh, your arms squeezing around Bill as he wheezed. Arthur walked in behind the both of you and ushered you into your seats as Molly set down the plate of bacon.

“Finally!”, Ron muttered as he grabbed the plate of bacon seconds after it hit the table, his plate piling with food.

Food was passed around between the family, conversation filling the air as you ate silently. Your silent bubble was disrupted when Ron dragged you into an argument between himself and Percy.

“It’s not my fault you have a bloody stick up your ass!”

“I am a prefect, Ronald, which is something that will actually get me into the Ministry!”

Ron shot you a look of ‘oh dear god not this again’ and you laughed.

“Percy, you do realize not being a prefect can get you into the Ministry. You just need good grades and the right classes.”

Percy snapped his glare to you, knowing you were right, and sighed. He had always had a sort of soft spot for you, knowing you weren’t actually a Weasley. Which was a dumb reason to not hate someone but you went along with it so not absolutely every child in the house had an argument with him every other day.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong, Y/N. I just have a better chance this way.”

He turned his nose up at you and you laughed, finishing off your plate just as the rest of the family had. The plates were cleared from the table as everyone dispersed to do their own thing.

“Y/N dear, we must be going if we don’t want to be late. Come now, to the fireplace.”

You brushed yourself off and followed Molly to the fireplace, your hand wrapping around another handful of soft powder. Your eyes glanced up to your mum as she nodded reassuringly. You still weren’t used to it yet and you had a feeling it would take a little while to feel normal and not like you were being vacuum sealed into a plastic bin. With a sigh you threw down the powder and clearly stated “Diagon Alley”, and then you were gone in a swirl of green smoke.

Stumbling from the grate in The Three Broomsticks, you ran headfirst into a solid mass. Panicked, you looked around to make sure you were where you were supposed to be and slowly glanced at whoever you bumped into. Your wide eyes met narrowed ones surrounded by the same white blonde hair from the other day. You took a subconscious step back from the man just as Molly came through the floo, her hands finding your arms as she stumbled lightly into you.

“Mr. Malfoy. If you’d excuse us.”, Her eyes narrowed back at the man as he looked between the two of you, “Come on, dear, off we go now.”

She led you away with gentle hands, your head turning to look back at the man as you swerved through tables. Your eyes met one last time before Molly was tugging you past the door with a firm but gentle hold on your hand. As you met the bustling roads of Diagon Alley, you squinted your eyes at the sun, a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth as you stared at the ground, trying to avoid any ray of sun you could. Leaping between shadows to the fitting, you panted as Molly gently pulled you to a stop in front of Madam Malkins. You sighed and Molly chuckled lightly, her hand taking yours and guiding you in.

“It’ll only take a minute. Don’t worry dear.”

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“A minute my butt!”, you exclaimed as you stumbled out of the fireplace in the Burrow, Fred sweeping you off your feet immediately and up to your room where a trunk lay on your bed.

“What is this? Why is my trunk out? What did you do?”

You rounded on Fred and George as soon as you were placed onto the floor, their faces innocent as could be as they watched you with crossed arms and very small smirks of entertainment.

“You need to pack for Hogwarts!”

“We all have. Our trunks are-”

“-Waiting by the front door.”

“Only two are missing~”

You sighed and stared into the empty space, your eyes tracing loose threads along the seam as you nodded.

“Okay, I’ll go bother Ronald after I’m done.”

“That's what we like to hear!”, the twins chorused as they walked from your room to raid the kitchen, if Mollys loud reprimanding was anything to go by.

The packing only took you a few minutes, most of your school things were in a separate drawer as it was so all you had to do was move them into the trunk. You finished your packing with relative ease and an overactive mind, the zipper closing breaking the silence you had been working in. WIth a sigh, you pulled your trunk to the top of the stairs before making your way to ROnalds room to aid him in his no-doubt messy packing. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pushed open the door to encounter the entirety of Rons wardrobe scattered around the room.

“Ron, how? There is no way you had to destroy your room to pack.”

HIs frantic eyes met yours as he scoffed, “Well no, but it felt necessary at the time.”

You hummed and cleared a few spots across the room, handing things to Ron you knew he would want with him. His eyes followed you around when he wasn't haphazardly throwing things into his trunk.

“At least fold things!”, you stomped over to his trunk and folded piece by piece as Ronald sat and watched you with a blank expression until you reached his Chudley Cannon jersey. Then he reacted and grabbed it from your hands with a gasp, his own carefully folding it in a mess. You shrugged and packed it neatly with the rest of his things, the heavier items resting on top of his clothes as the lighter things went on those.

“There. All done.”, you heaved a sigh as you closed the lid of the trunk, the click of the lock creating a satisfying noise in the otherwise silent room.

“Thank you, Y/N~”, Ron grabbed you for an overly tight hug, your hands pushing at his arms as you wheezed for a single breath of air that wasn’t from Ron’s vicinity.

“Ok ok ok! I get it, just get it downstairs with the rest of them!”

Ronald let you go after a moment, his frame moving out the door with his trunk in hand as you followed after him.

“You made it sound like you brought yours down! But nooo look at what’s right here!”, Ron huffed and lightly kicked your trunk as he passed it.

“I said the rest of them! Never included mine!”, you shouted after him as you grabbed your own trunk and carried it down the stairs to see Bill and Charlie in front of the floo.

Molly gave the two a big hug with large containers of sweets being shoved into their hands after Arthur gave them a hug as well, Percy nodding a farewell from the couch as he read through the Ministry’s handbook for rules and regulations.

“Nooooo~!”, you whined, “You can’t leave yet! You like... just got here! We didn’t get to talk about Hogwarts!”

The eldest Weasley boys chuckled and pulled you into their arms for a group hug, tears filling your eyes as they pet your hair lovingly.

“You know we have jobs to get too, Y/N. We can’t stay to see you off.”

You huffed at them and lightly punched their chests as they smiled at you. A small nod moved your hair into your eyes as you grasped them tighter. While you weren’t as close to them as you were the twins, they had still helped raise you in a sense and that created a connection, plus you were their little sister. Blood or not, that created an even greater connection. Still not one large enough to rival that of yours with Fred and George but it was enough.

“Fine. Just send owls, okay? I wanna tell you everything!”

The boys nodded and placed kisses on the top of your white hair, their eyes slightly glossy as yours overflowed with tears.

“We will.”

“Absolutely we will.”, Charlie finished as he guided you to Molly’s embrace, Bill giving a last wave and goodbye to the family as he stepped through the floo with a call of his destination.

Charlie gave a similar exit with a blown kiss towards yourself and your mom as he called out for the Ministry of Magic for Romania, however he pronounced it. Their departure set the family in motion as Arthur ushered everyone into the kitchen to go over the basic checklist of the things you would need for your time at Hogwarts. Most of the list was checked off smoothly, Ron mumbling under his breath that it was unnecessary until your dad reached an item he had forgotten and cursed. That got him a small ass-whooping from Molly as she urged him to go get what he had been missing. Fred and George mocked him as he ran up the stairs, your quiet giggles backing them until your parents shushed you all and continued with the list as Ronald slipped down the stairs to his trunk and frantically packed his wand. The list went smoothly after that, everyone having followed the list to pack, well... you had. The trunks were smooshed in the back of the Ford Anglia with a small extension charm, a suspicious popping noise coming from one of the twins trunks, a huff of air and confetti falling into the trunk as they stood rubbing the backs of their necks sheepishly.

You were all set to head out for Hogwarts, all that was left was getting onto the platform and finding a seat. Easy enough, you told yourself as Fred and George popped confetti onto Arthur as he walked away, their lanky frames sprinting away from a charmed broom as it chased them across the lawn. Easy enough... right?

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seriousbrat · 2 months

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@annasghosts I didn't want to pile on that post any more lol but I wanted to reply to this because it's interesting.

To me headcanon always implied something that could feasibly be canon. Like, to me it means "in my head, this is basically canon". So presumably something that you think would fit believably into existing canon but just hasn't been confirmed. So a headcanon would be "I think Vernon Dursley is a chelsea supporter", like u can't just go "I headcanon that the avengers came to hogwarts and were sorted into a secret fifth house".

It does seem like it's been warped over time. In some ways I think this is okay, such as saying "my headcanon is that Sirius was gay" even though iirc jkr said he wasn't*. Because even though it's not true in terms of the author's intent, it also doesn't contradict canon in any significant way. There's no concrete information either way in the actual text and it doesnt (or shouldn't lol. anyway...) change anything about the character or the story.

however since most of the fandom has Pretending There Is No Info About the Marauders disease, this just leads people to use 'headcanon' to mean "any random thing I made up on the spot which I personally would like to be true" to the point it has no meaning lol. Since the fanon Marauders are basically just OCs at this point, their "headcanon" are just character traits that they've given to their original characters. Which is kind of funny.

*edit: apparently jkr did not say that and I misremembered/was misinformed. BUt I do think it's likely that he wasn't intended to be gay, so I think my point stands anyway.

#im edgy in that i always have sirius as gay or bi but dont ship him with anyone lol #ALSO that post by the marauders stan who read the books for the first time and got upset upon reaching SWM #'nooo my sweet baby boy james would NEVER act like this'#thats what u get for putting ur trust in a man #they should rly give the marauders era ocs their own names like poor things #'this is lysander moonbright my harry potter OC'#following in the tradition of the GREATS namely ebony darkness dementia raven way

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sp00ky-scary · 4 months

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I wanna rant about how people will use the term "seperate the art from the artist" and then talk about fucking JK Rowling however I think I'll sound too much like an asshole so I'm just going to say I think it's super fucked up when people say "seperate the art from the artist" when talking about a bigot who is alive and whos bigotry is so ingrained in their works that even when they aren't actively involved in something it is still present. It shows a misunderstanding of what the term means and a disregard for the people that person is harming and in the case of Harry Potter has become an excuse for people to continue supporting and funding a known transphobe and all round bigot and her works that aren't even that fucking good.

#i still see far too many people enaging with harry potter these days and i dont trust you if you do #especially those people who are in the marauders fandom #they like to think that because a lot of it is fan creation that its okay but its still based in jk rowlings work #and carries a lot of the same problems that her works did #and its very obvious that the maraduers are still from harry potter so its still promoting and talking about the original series #this is coming from someone who really loved harry potter as a kid too it was my special interest for a while #but i grew the fuck up and moved on acknowledging that whilst it holds some nostalgia and i might occasionally watch one of the dvds i own #it is no longer something to actively engage with and is full of racism and fatphobia and anti-semitism and was created by a transphobe #sorry i just really needed to rant

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the-sun-is-also-a-star · 3 months

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posting an excerpt from my jegulus oneshot to force myself to finish it, please enjoy

Right now, they were in the middle of the quidditch pitch, and Regulus could feel every single eye on them. James Potter smelt like grass and sweat and sheer fucking victory. Regulus felt himself take a step closer against his will, breathing him in. Regulus hated him. James leant down and had the fucking audacity to smirk at him. Regulus glared harder. "Better luck next time, eh, Black?" He was so close again. Regulus could feel his breath in his cheek and the sounds all around them fell away. Regulus put every bit of malice he could summon from within him into his stare but by the way James' smirk just widened, Regulus knew he caught the way Regulus' eyes darted towards his lips. "Your win was a fluke, Potter. Enjoy it while it lasts." Regulus rebuked, crossing his arms over his chest. James just chuckled and sauntered away, and Regulus refused to acknowledge how the sight of James' back muscles moving through his qudditch uniform made him feel. Regulus hated him.

@delicris force me to finish this and also this is me officially asking you to beta read when i finish it if you can

#regulus : i hate him #me : no buddy i dont think you do #jegulus #fanfiction #harry potter #hp #gryffindor #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #writing #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black

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barryhotter · 3 days

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i was scared to yap but i realised that this is MY blog,,, so er.

draco malfoy is utterly obsessed with harry potter im not even joking, its genuine fact. in my head the wizarding war never happened and those two just spent all their highschool years rivalling. yep. rhats it

and they are now dating and share a luxurious apartment because generational wealth and harry has to deal with draco getting off from work whatever the hell it is he does (harrys a professional quidditch player who isnt paid to think) and just going HNNNGNGNGNGNG HARRY PLEASE LET ME HIT LET ME HIT IM BEGGING YOU JUST A QUICK ONE PLEASE and obviously harry goes ermmm no

#if you find this out of character thats your own problem i fear #im shaping my own canon #if you dont like it then lump it #drarry #drarry headcanon #lucille is insufferable #harry potter #yes i am a bottom harry warrior #dmhp

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herarcadewasteland · 2 years

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Discoveries Pt. 2

A/N: This one is shorter because its really just a fluff filler before the main plot continues... enjoy?

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

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Sitting down in The Three Broomsticks, you looked around at everyone chatting away with food swerving around tables, sitting in front of people and pieces flying out of over enthusiastic mouths. It made you smile when Molly tilted her head at you when she sat on the opposite side of the long table. Giving her a nod, Ron sucked you into conversation the second he sat down beside you. You both chattered over your new wands and the treats you bought. The Weasley table was calm for a few minutes but calm never lasted in the household, even in public.

A shrill scream made you jump slightly in your chair, your head turning frantically to see what had happened. It didn’t take long to figure out that your mother had yelped because of a nose-biting teacup clamping her nose. You smothered giggles behind your hand, giving the twins a small thumbs up as they high-fived and Percy got up to remove the teacup. The angry muttering of Percy filled the brief silence before Molly’s voice run above it all.

“Fredrick and George Weasley! The garden gnomes are your issue now! As soon as we get back to the Burrow I expect you two out and working, am I understood?!”

“Yes mum.”

Ron laughed loudly at the twins’ demise while you watched Percy struggle with the nose-biting teacup. Arthur stood with a sigh, destroying the teacup and silencing the noise at the table. Everyone quieted down immediately with eyes on Papa Weasley. You watched with a smile as Arthur encouraged the twins with a joyful “good one boys!”. Molly gasped and smacked his arm but the whole family could see the smile on her face when she kissed Arthur on the cheek. Your dad stood for a little longer, talking about how proud of Ronald and you he was, how excited the whole family was to see which house you both ended up in.

It didn’t take long for food to settle on the table, hands reaching, people groaning as their favourite was stolen from under their hands and cups clinking while they filled. The noise settled to casual conversation while everyone filled their stomachs, Ron complaining when you ate the last piece of chicken while he was watching. Fred threw mashed potatoes in your direction but managed to only hit Percy which caused an uproar of laughter and angry yells from the victim of the mashed potato attack.

The mess was cleaned quickly enough by Molly who scolded Fred for throwing food in the first place. The chaos calmed not long after and the table was nearly silent as everyone fully focused on the rapidly cooling food. You kept light conversation with Ron while everyone slowly cleaned their plates, and empty plates were taken away.

“You are definitely a Gryffindor, Ron. You have nothing to worry about! It’s in your blood to be a Gryffindor. I asked mum how many in the family were Gryffindor and she told me that every generation, minus one on mums side, were all Gryffindor! If that’s not fate, I dunno what is.”

Ron sighed at you, shaking his head in exasperation, “But you don’t know how I’ll turn out. I could be a...a Hufflepuff!”

He shuddered at the thought and you laughed loud enough for Percy to send you a glare. You mouthed an apology towards him and turned back to Ron.

“I do know. Every single one of us-”

You cut yourself off when you noticed your family going pale. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Ron swallowing harshly. That was enough for you to turn your head and freeze. That same man and woman from outside Honeyduke’s and Olivanders greeted you, but with a plus one. A young boy your age was stood proudly in front of them, his cool grey eyes scanning the room as his parents did.

When his eyes met yours, his cocky expression dropped in confusion as your smile had earlier. The boys hand reached back to tap at his fathers, pointing subtly in question. You saw the man shake his head and dismiss the boy, stalking forwards into the pub to gracefully take up a table with a swish of white-blonde hair and black cloak. The woman met your eyes as well before she sat beside her husband just as gracefully while the boy just plopped in a chair. You broke eye contact with the family, shaking your head and making conversation with the twins and Ron while the table was cleared.

A minute or so later, Arthur had paid and gathered the family around the floo. Fred went first, George went after, Percy rolled his eyes and flooed back to the Burrow next. You stumbled through the fireplace into the comfort of your home, running directly into George as he had positioned himself as a Y/N guard. You huffed at him but muttered a thank you, standing to the side to brush off your clothes. You looked up to watch Ron stumble and fall to the floor in front of the floo, Molly coming through and tsking before she whisked away the twins to give them brooms for the gnomes. Arthur came through last, locking down the floo so no one could come through after them and guided you to the living room.

“Dad, what's wrong?”

“Nothing dear. Nothing. I just wanted to ask you how you felt about going to Hogwarts.”

“I mean...”, you paused with a thoughtful hum, ”I’m a bit scared of not being a Gryffindor and disappointing you and mum.. but other than that, I’m excited!”

Your dad nodded with a smile, grabbing your hand gently and patting it, “You will never disappoint us just because of a house. Just go through the sorting ceremony and be proud of your family away from home, ok? We love you very much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, dad.”

You smiled back at him and jumped up from the couch, skipping outside to watch the twins deal with the laughing gnomes. Molly walked back inside when she saw you exit the house, your head being patted on her way. You huffed at the mess it made your hair, continuing on to sit by Ron on a blanket a safe distance from the panicking Fred and George.

“You have to do better George!”

“You do better, Fred! AHHH IT BIT ME!”

Ron dissolved into laughter when George got a gnome stuck to his hand, you following suit when the gnome let out muffled giggles from his place. Watching the gnome swing around, your head went in circles to follow the motions George was making. You got dizzy pretty quickly and gave up, watching with your head mostly stationary. Ron was rolling on the blanket laughing his ass off, his face turning red and tears running from his eyes. You laughed beside him, Fred doing nothing to help his brother until George threatened him with something you couldn’t hear over your other brothers laughs.

The chaos continued until Molly yelled out that dinner was ready. Everyone scrambled to make it inside first so they could wash their hands faster and then grab the food they wanted even faster. That plan failed everyone but you and Ron, who had first picks because you had received your very first Hogwarts letters. Your plate filled with the food you wanted and could eat without issue, you sat back and slowly munched on your green beans, watching the communal plates empty within seconds after Ron finished piling his plate.

Conversation started across the table, Fred and George annoying Percy as much as they could. Molly talked with Ronald about his broom which had broken the other day and you talked with Arthur about life at Hogwarts. It was chatty, it always was. But it was home. All you could wonder was if Hogwarts would feel like home too. You supposed you would find out though, so you relaxed fully and listened to Hogwarts stories' be passed around the table.

#malfoy reader #reader x harry potter #harry potter x yn #I dont own Harry Potter #fuck jkr #dumbledore is gay #reader is an adopted weasley #my brain hates me #harry potter fluff #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #angst #reader insert #x yn #draco malfoy x sister reader #sort of canon #Gryffindor reader

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here-for-a-good-time-hopefully · 8 months

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One thing I will never forgive is adult canon Barty because what business does that man have for literally torturing Neville in class with the same curse he used on Neville’s parents

Like poor Neville imagine having to deal with the trauma of what happened to your parents and then have that shown to you again in school and have that very teacher be partially responsible for the fact that his parents are now unable to raise him

Truly not a fan that’s why I always struggle to get behind positive portrayals of the Slytherins as death eaters

#each to their own ig but #Neville deserves so much better #i dont normally post golden trio era stuff but I rly hate adult Barty #like fanon and young Barty I can kinda get behind but I have no patience for the adult version #marauders #harry potter #golden trio era #neville longbottom #barty crouch junior #marauders era #hp marauders

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padfootastic · 1 year

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so i was rereading my stuff (as i often do lol) and came across one of my absolute favourite things i’ve ever written.

“it is my life’s biggest regret that it was my actions and my mistake that led to james’ death, to both their deaths. they were…the last people on earth who should’ve died so young. james and lily had so much life in them, so much left to give. and i will never forgive myself for the part i played in ending that light. i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness but i’m so sorry, baby.”

and despite sirius’ attempts to stem the tears, they spilled over anyway, and gosh, it ached to see this strong, proud man break down in front of him like this. harry didn’t think sirius deserved to feel this way, but he also knew a thing or two about (irrational) guilt and he knew it was an insidious, poisonous thing that crawled up your body, slowly killing you from the inside out. sirius had been carrying this inside him for a decade and a half, and he was only now letting himself feel the grief and the guilt and the loss, letting himself mourn properly. (and wasn't harry humbled at the thought that sirius considered him trustworthy enough to break down in his arms? it was frightening, the knowledge that he quite literally held his godfathers heart in his hands right now, because who was he kidding, he was the last potter left now who could grant him his absolution)

#sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #like.#he was the last potter left who could grant him his absolution #THAT LINE HITS SO HARD WTF???#i want these writing skills again lmao #everything just feels—so dry and clinical now #like describing the weather #and it’s not ~bad~ but it’s not this either ykno?#this entire fic only kills me #it’s just. so good #look @ me waxing poetic about my own stuff lmao #never been more clear i’m my own target audience #dont mind me if i do this (posting lines from random fics) again 💀#pen’s writing #pen’s favourites

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zevranunderstander · 2 months

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here are some facts:

my mom is really right-wing and conservative

she is chronically bored with her life and will literally read any book or watch any movie so she has something to do

when i buy a book i dont immediately read, she usually at least tries to read it (as long as its german, but some books bored her too much)

this has at least once actually changed an opinion she held (she thought harry potter was an actual satanic book poisoning the minds of children and had like. actual curses and demons in it, and then she read the books faster than i did and to this day she is a diehard harry potter fan, something i couldn't have fathomed as a kid)

yesterday she asked me if she can keep my current book (all quiet on the western front) and immediately did at least some "research" on it (= read on the authors life on wikipedia and historical context)

so like. this got me thinking. what is the most insane book i could get away with getting her to read? it has to be engaging on some level, and it can't be too metaphorical and philosophical because she doesnt get that shit, and it can't be too blatantly obvious be against her own views because she would immediately distrust it you know

#myposts #like harry potter did little good in the world but it made me realize that i can change my moms view on things like that #also my dad just believes whatever my mom believes literally 0 own opinions #so i need ideas here #i was thinking of reading books like the 100 years war on palestine but i dont think she would really read something like that #like. its not impossible but you know what i mean ghsagjas

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