But really can you imagine how much fun Harry would have had with an animagus as a father? James giving little five year old Harry stag-rides on his back prancing along in the backyard, James going to “mow the lawn” and then Harry looks out his window and dies of laughter when he sees a stag just casually grazing the grass, Harry yelling “DAD!” when he sees an antler poking out of a bush as he tries to have a moment with Ginny.

And idk I feel like James would turn every now and then just to clear his head if he’s feeling overwhelmed and one night Harry can’t sleep because of similar reasons and he goes to the backyard and sees a stag sitting on the grass and he doesn’t say anything but Harry goes over sits down next to James and just stays there because it’s so easy and so natural and not weird at all.

idk ignore me and my odd headcanons



"How to be the woman he wants!"


Have hipbones so sharp that they

protrude through your paper skin

and pierce your own soul, and wipe

the flicker of a smile off of your

cracked lips, and send a shudder

down your brittle, fuzzy legs, making

you scratch with weak nails, that break

as much as your thin hair is snapping

like twigs. And have eye sockets so

gaunt that you scare yourself out of

existence at your reflection, as scary as how

terrifyingly achy your muscles are and

your brain is from the constant and tiring attempt

to ‘higher’ yourself to society’s standards.

When you smear red lipstick on, because it’s

'in season', you're kidding no one; like when

you stain your face with blusher to mask your

pasty, frail, colourless, lifeless cheeks and

imitate a flush of happiness that you lost

long ago when you bought that magazine.

Just like the eye-shadow they tell you will

make you ‘GLOW!’, with pride you lost when

you stopped loving yourself and tried to

become the woman he ‘wanted’.

And after this, they tell you to

emancipate yourself from the norm -

and they tell you that men don’t want

skinny women after all

(one page after they circled the folds of skin that

spilled love from the side of a bikini and labelled it

OOPS! Oh dear!”),

and that you should embrace that curvacious figure

(that you sacrificed for the body image that

they projected and imprinted on your soul)…

Because men only want women with ample and full curves

(opposed to a bountiful soul).


You’ve nearly killed yourself over

a photoshopped image of a Victoria’s Secret model

(who doesn’t even look like that hersef -

who probably cries in the dressing rooms for not

being beautiful enough).

And you’ve drooled enviously at that juicy breast

accompanied by a full rack of ribs

with a side of self-pity and disappointment,

and you wonder if you were drooling over a body

that you think you need for him to love you,

or the dinner that you’re

staring at because you haven’t eaten food in




Other parts of ancient Eurasia had traditions of third-gender spirit-people. Herodotus and Hippocrates both discuss the “enarees”, or male-to-female transsexual shamans among the ancient Scythians, who “mutilated” their genitalia and took on female roles. They were said to be the most powerful shamans of their people. Ovid actually claimed that some Scythian priestesses knew how to extract “female poison” distilled from the urine of a mare in heat, with which to dose men in order to feminize them. The average person might throw this off as silliness, if they didn’t know that pregnant mare’s urine is the main source of Premarin, the most widely used estrogen drug today. They also ate a lot of licorice root - so popular among them that the Greeks to whom they exported it referred to it as “the Scythian root” - which is also an anti-androgen.

Ergi - The Way of the Third (via regionalholidaycaptain)


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I love trans history!

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I would FUCKING LOVE to see a comprehensive trans history book, that especially covered the history of HRT, I’ve always had questions but never really had answers!

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especially after YEARS of our HISTORY BEING ERASED and pushed under the rug to make cis people comfortable, and say that “trans people id a modern thing” to be able to show up and take out a history book and be like BOOM shut the hell up.

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Lots of us are working on this.

Susan Stryker is the chief here, and Cristian Williams unearths a great deal. If you aren’t checking in with Zagria’s blog, you are missing a ton.

I know of six or seven history books that are being worked on.

Make no mistake: we are entering a renaissance of trans understanding that rivals that of the late 60’s under the Reed funded work.

One warning, though: understand that much of this is being written with an intense understanding that the way we think of transness today does not apply to pretty much any culture but western ones, and that the history is deeply intertwined with the cultures of the time being looked at.

Historians that apply today’s understanding, which comes from the mid 1800’s, to times and people’s and cultures prior to that is incredibly bad form, as it both erases those cultural points and obscures the full breadth of our history.

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