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it-happened-one-fic · 7 months
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Ghostly Happenings - Silver (Part 1)
Author Notes: The first part of my Halloween/October twst fic series! So yeah, this going to be an ghost AU that I pray is noncanon-compliant. This fic is post Diasomnia overblot and was greatly inspired by the 1947 movie "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir." I also listened to "Freaking Me Out" by Ava Max while writing this fic series. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Ghost AU/ noncanon compliant/ Post Diasomnia overblot/ tad bit of angst with comfort/ fluff/ romance implied/ pining
Word Count: 1427
{Part 1: You're Here!}, {Part 2}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}
Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)
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It had all started about a week ago, with the ghosts talking about how Ramshackle dorm at long last had a new squatter of the undead variety. 
They were ecstatic. Cooing about how it had been centuries since they’d last gained such a companion. A young ghost, apparently, who was still getting used to haunting. In fact, they were so bad at it that they even refused to show their face to the prospective hauntee. 
Namely, me.
“So when do you think they’ll quit avoiding me? I mean, I do live here after all,” I looked up at Amos, who was currently floating over my head, studying the cards in his hand. 
The specter looked down at me, half-startled, before exchanging a look with the other two ghosts, who were politely remaining at the table with their own cards. 
“They’ll get there, kid; they're just a little nervous right now,” At long last he looked back down at me, a half-smile on his see-through face that spoke of knowing something that I didn’t.
“Big deal to do your first haunting, ya’ know,” Billy, the more portly of the three apparitions, nodded sagely as he looked back down at his cards.
I crossed my arms, a smile tugging at my lips as I looked at the three ghosts and Grim, sitting around the little table, playing cards of all things. It was homey, in an odd way, but I was used to odd things by now. 
Dealing with overblots, living with ghosts, and being janitor at a school for magic was nothing out of the ordinary now. Especially not with how long I'd been in Twisted Wonderland at this point. Graduating from NRC as the lone magicless student changed a person.
“So you guys have been giving them pointers on how to best scare me, right?”
Grim rolled his eyes as all three ghosts began to snicker mischievously at my words, but I just shook my head with a fond sigh. Because that was just how my three undead housemates were. Ever impish, and, at the very least, their strange but loving little pranks kept life interesting.
I turned, starting up the stairs and calling back over my shoulder, “Well, I’m going to call it a night. You four have fun finishing up your game.”
My call was met with a chorus of assents and Grim’s shout that he was DEFINITELY going to beat all three of them this time, despite his impressive losing streak that I opted not to mention simply to avoid the argument that would definitely occur if I said anything.
Even if my friends had graduated and my life had changed to the point where I was no longer a student at NRC but an employee instead, Grim hadn’t changed a bit. I supposed it was part of being whatever he was, and in some ways it was a comfort. An added bit of stability to my quiet life here in Ramshackle Dorm.
I sighed as I entered my room, my mind drifting back to the nostalgic days of being a student and spending my time with my friends and classmates. I didn’t miss the overblots or the drama by any means, but I did miss the guys.
Each of them came to visit every so often and called to check in on me fairly regularly, but they’d all moved on and had lives of their own now. And I was glad. I was proud of each and every one of them for having come so far. 
There was sadness to the memories of my school days, but life goes on even if you aren’t ready, and that was something I’d come to accept over the years. Nostalgia came and went, but overall, I was happy with my life. 
It was sometimes a little bit lonely when the ghosts and Grim would wander off to do something else, but that was fine too. Nothing I couldn’t handle.
I flicked the lights off as I got ready to climb into bed, half-laughing to myself about how there was a time where I would have been expecting a Mickey-related dream or for a certain fae to show up in the middle of the night. 
But now nothing so unexpected would happen.
As soon as I’d had the thought that my life had become fairly humdrum with nothing interesting, the light clicked back on, and I sighed with a smile.
Thinking living in a house with playful ghosts was normal… I really had changed so much since coming to this world.
Smiling all the way, I crossed the room. My hand finding the light switch easily, and cutting the light back off yet again, “Carlyle, not tonight, please. I’m tired and have a bathroom to scrub clean in the morning.”
Strangely, I didn’t hear the slender ghost’s usually wheezy laughter. But as soon as I stepped back towards my bed, the light cut back on immediately.
“Carlyle….” My tone was slightly less playful as I stopped this time, but the ghost once again stayed silent as I cut the light back off. A slight frown on my face this time.
Carlyle wasn’t usually one to stay so silent. He’d normally erupt into snickers the second time I had to cut off the light, at the very least.
I’d hardly even taken three steps when the light cut on again, for the third time, and I stopped.
I eyed the seemingly innocent light switch with a frown before glancing around the room curiously. Nothing was out of place, but….. “Are you the new ghost?”
I was greeted with silence yet again, and I crossed my arms with a slight smile, “You don’t have to be shy; I won’t hurt you.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. And frankly, the idea of a ghost being scared of me was ridiculous, but I kept those thoughts to myself.
 I wanted to meet this new ghostly housemate, so their being scared of me wouldn’t be for the best anyway.
But the longer I waited, the longer nothing happened, and I frowned. They must have fled when I asked about their identity. Which wasn’t what I’d wanted, but I supposed I couldn’t really force their spectral hand.
I sighed slightly, mumbling to myself as I returned to the light switch once more, “Who would’ve thought I’d have a cowardly ghost….” I cut the light off again, fully prepared to get some sleep before tomorrow came. I could worry about the strange, unnamed apparition later.
I barely made it back to the bed before the light cut back on, causing me to straighten almost immediately in surprise. I quickly relaxed, though, with the realization that I was apparently going to be playing this game for the better part of the night after all.
“I’m not cowardly.”
 I froze at the man’s voice that came from behind me. It had been years since I’d last heard it, but even if it didn’t have that usually drowsy tone, I would never forget that voice. Especially after what had happened… I hadn’t thought I’d ever hear it again.
I slowly turned to see him just standing there, propped up against the door beside the light switch, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. He looked just like he had that distant day that would probably stay in my memory forever.
His arms were crossed as he looked at me silently from where he stood. It was like nothing had ever happened, and I was back in the past during those early days of school here at NRC.
I sat slowly on my bed, stunned as I stared back at the young man who’d died doing his very best to save everyone, myself included, during one of the very last overblots. 
“Silver,” I breathed his name more than said it, and somehow, impossibly, he nodded. Confirming his presence as he uncrossed his arms, one arm slipping back so that his wrist was resting relaxedly on the hilt of his spectral wand, just like it had in life.
 Like nothing had changed.
“You’re…” I trailed off, my mind swirling with too many thoughts for me to ever be able to put them into words as I continued to stare up at him.
“I didn’t show myself to you because I didn’t want to scare you, but…” He paused, glancing around the room, before his eyes came back to me, “Well, I heard you talking downstairs, and it didn’t feel quite right to keep hiding myself.”
@vera-deville
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edwardbonnets · 9 months
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how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide
bonus:
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trudlejack · 2 months
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(+part 2)
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moncuries · 4 months
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guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 5 months
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god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers
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endusviolence · 2 months
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
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qiinamii · 7 months
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we'll do fine.
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atalana · 2 months
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the curse of adhd:
i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text
i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text
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dontbuymeperfume · 3 months
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so like is this anything or
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allysketches · 3 months
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gets in charge of the bookshop for 1 (one) day: shows up in a cardigan vest and metal sleeve garters, keeps the shop CLOSED, avoids selling a single book... iconic, truly did THE MOST, 10/10 😩👌🏻
(also, the way he was this 🤏🏻 close to finally achieving the status of house husband he's been dreaming about for MILLENIA just to have the rug pulled out from under him last minute... truly DEVASTATING 😩 my girl really can't catch a break 🤧)
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cozylittleartblog · 10 months
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@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you
edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally
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jasminebythebay · 4 months
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thank you for your help 💎
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By popular demand, this piece is now available as a print! https://jasminebythebay.etsy.com/listing/1707594190
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raptorrobot · 4 months
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...like antennas to heaven
link to the full image
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pc-98s · 1 year
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when you guys see this post getting reposted for the 3948734987th time just remember: i'm op, me and a buddy did this at work while bored, it's real and afterwards my buddy threw pennies at the motherboard until it shorted something and stopped turning on
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hansoeii · 5 months
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let time pass.
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tierras · 3 months
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