iredreamer:

« When I was little, I was afraid of a lot of things. I didn’t have to be, though. They were all in my head. I just didn’t know that yet. But when I was scared, I would imagine myself building a big wall all around me made of the strongest bricks in the whole world. And when I got scared I would imagine myself putting another one on, one after the other until that wall was so thick and so strong I knew I’d be safe in there forever. And that’s what you do too, right? It’s okay. It’s good. ‘Cause kids like us have been through more than other kids. We’re tougher than other kids. »

dddraconis:

Dwelling
Harry/Draco
83382 words (COMPLETE)
Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it’s not called the Mirror of Erised doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know better.

Read it on the AO3 here!

davetheshady:

spitblaze:

me externally: lit teachers arent pulling text analysis out of their asses

me internally: the reason people and especially students like to blame English for seemingly making up meanings where they cant see it is because literature is an art and art is widely regarded as ‘easy’, ‘anyone can do that’, ‘its stupid and useless’ unlike math and science which are widely regarded as difficult but important subjects so while students will readily admit that they have trouble with math or science they’re more likely to shift the blame when they dont understand a more artistic subject, seeing it as a sign of weakness that they dont get something thats supposed to be dumb and easy rather than seeing it as an important topic that’s just as crucial to their knowledge as any stem subject and just as difficult and in-depth as any math or science can be 

also me internally: we’re so used to there being a ‘right’ answer to questions that art, including literature, makes us uncomfortable because the audience’s different and sometimes contradictory interpretations (even ones pulled out of your ass) are just as valid as the artist’s and there’s no authoritative, definitive reading for anything and we’re not used to having that power or acknowledging it in others