If You Didn't Want Me To Fall For The Villain You Shouldn't Have Made Them Sexy And Sad

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So I've been seeing a lot of 'draosexual' and 'dracotok' stuff going around. There are many people who still don't know about this, therefore, I decided to write my opinion and help people understand what this is and why this is wrong.

What is 'dracosexual'?

It is a term used for people who love Draco Malfoy. Basically, some Draco stans made a new 'sexuality' flag and are calling themselves 'dracosexual' now.

This whole shit going around is a disgrace to the lgbtq+ community and such things should neither be encouraged nor tolerated. People say they support the lgbtq+ community and then go and do shit like this, thinking it's okay for them to create a new sexuality for a fucking fictional character. That person doesn't even exist in reality and people are going out of their way to sexualize him. That is just downright pathetic.

What is 'dracotok'?

This is just as stupid a thing as what you read above. A hashtag (#dracosexual) has been very trending for a while on tiktok and there people of a wide range of age group who have been making videos under this tag. There are videos with different povs, edits, reactions, duets labelled with this tag and people are calling themself a so-called 'dracosexual'. People are making fucking thirst videos about this character. Kids are making such videos.

And what is most shocking and disgusting thing is that the actor who played the role of Draco Malfoy has been supporting this bullshit. That man is 'flattered' by all the 'attention' and 'love' his character is getting from the audience. He has even posted comments under a few tiktoks further encouraging his fans to continue this toxic behaviour.

Following are the words of Tom Felton about the dracotok hashtag:

"It's sort of taken a life of its own now," Felton told ET’s Ash Crossan about DracoTok, which sees fans elaborately insert themselves into Harry Potter scenes opposite Malfoy on TikTok. "But I'm having so much fun with it because if you go to the hashtag DracoTok you see all of these collaborative videos. We're no longer retweeting or commenting, they're actually taking things that I've done and putting their own spin on it. And then I can see that and put a spin on their stuff. It's turning into a whole monster of its own. But I'm really, really enjoying it. So yeah, I'm going to keep the DracoTokers happy for as long as I can."

This asshole thinks it is "so much fun" to make such pathetic videos and he is very happily contributing into this. "Turning into a whole monster of its own", well yes bitch, a huge fucking disgusting monster. I find this whole thing utterly ridiculous and feel really ashamed. A grown ass man like him, who should be putting a stop to this crap, is out there supporting people.

I know there are a lot of people who stan Draco and there are chances people might get offended with this as well, but in my opinion, Draco is a toxic character and we need to stop obsessing over him. People literally simp over his good looks which overshadows his terrible behaviour. He called people a racial slur and had an overall negative personality in the books. Canon Draco, according to me, is toxic and shouldn't be simped over so much.

But the issue is, people have been writing tons of fanfictions about him, and in those fanfics Draco's personality is described to be opposite of what it actually is. And most of the people don't differentiate between the canon version and fanfiction version made by the fans.

Many people don't see a problem with this, but you can't adore someone with toxic traits because it leads people into believing that it is okay to have such kind of things in real life.

This whole "girl falling in love with the bad boy" bullcrap is good as long as it stays in the pages of a book, but in real life, such toxicity should not be tolerated. There are kids who are exposed to such things and they believe it's alright to have a toxic relationship with someone.

We have all read stories about this cliched idea: the protagonists of the story are a bad boy and a good girl. The boy has had a terrible childhood or something tragic happened which turned him into a bad boy. He does terrible things, but as soon as he meets the good girl, he falls in love, tries to change for her and BAM! Happy fucking ending.

But no, that's not what happens in reality. You can't change someone just like that. And if you think it is okay for someone to treat you like shit because they 'love you' then I'm sorry but you need to talk to someone mature and get your thoughts straight.

In conclusion, what I'm trying to actually say is that you need to stop letting things like this slide. I know Harry Potter has been a huge part of a lot of people's lives, but you can't ignore the wrong sides of it. You need to open your minds and actually think what is right and what should be given space in this fandom.

I have not been a potterhead for a long time, but I've heard people saying that this fandom used to be a very good place for people. But with progression of time, there have been a lot of toxic incidents which have just ruined all the fun. So it is a very humble request to all of you that please do not encourage such things. It is not okay to sexualize a character or make sexuality labels like this.

WAKE THE FUCK UP.

Sexuality is not a joke and you cannot use it as a means of your entertainment or shit. There are loads of people out there who are afraid of opening up about themselves out of fear because not everyone accepts them. So just STOP.

it’s funny how we can read the same two people falling in love 200,000 different times and never get tired of it 

@tfotadaily tournament one: favorite character

“Nicasia’s wrong about me. I don’t desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.” - jude duarte

Kaz: I am the stone cold, emotionless bastard of the barrel

Inej with her Suli Proverbs: I’m about to end this man’s entire career

i honestly don’t think authors grasp the effect dark haired, morally grey characters have on their readers. like i mean they can literally kill a man and most of us will still be here like

Forgotten in the rain

The streets were empty and quiet, devoid of life, save for the occasional passing car, rushing and hissing over the wet asphalt. Dark clouds swirled in the gray sky, pouring their sorrows on the desolate city below. Most remained in their homes far away from the endless rivers of water falling from the sky, but not Sirius. No, he most certainly did not despise the grim weather or the rain. On the contrary, he rather enjoyed it, finding it peaceful and almost…serene. He liked to hear the sound of the millions of droplets of water clattering against the windows and cars, sliding down vibrant green leaves, falling on the ground, sinking into the earth and turning it into mush, and disappearing down the drains into the cold metal pipes. It calmed him, washing away the restlessness, pain, and memories, even if it only were for a few short minutes. A light, trembling wind fought his way into his body, past his leather jacket, chilling him to the bones, ruffling his wet hair. But again, he did not mind. A dark green leaf, the colour of Aisha’s eyes, detached itself from a low hanging branch, fluttering briefly in front of his face, before titling down and falling at his feet on the gray cobblestones.

Aisha…she was lovely. A smart, funny, gorgeous woman filled to the brim with joyous life. A temperamental, but kind soul. But it was not the same. Something was still missing inside of him, a small, but important void in his chest, almost as if he had lost something he had never possessed in the first place. And it hurt. He hid it well but it pained him.

He continued walking, immersed in his thoughts and not paying attention to his surroundings. Sirius was so distracted, that he did not notice the pots full of flowers standing on the side of the sidewalk and nearly fell flat forward on his face, as he tripped, knocking them over. White petals flew in the air, and gently settled on the dirty pavement, around withered green stems. Cursing he picked the, up, stepping on one in the process and leaving behind ugly black stains on the squashed flower. They were beyond salvaging.

With a heavy sigh, he entered the little flower shop, water running down his clothes and heavily dripping on the floor. His hair lay in wet black and gray strands on his face and neck, sticking to his skin, and his blue-gray eyes shone bright with curiosity in the dim lighting as he looked around. The place was small and dark, walls covered in crackled navy blue paint, and a couple of dingy light bulbs hung from the bare ceiling, casting their flickering light on the room. Flowers of every shape, colour, and size were cramped in glass vases, broken stems and yellowed leaves were strewn here and there across the floor, and dried bundles of faded pink roses and baby breath flowers hung upside down above the counter, suspended on thin strings.

Sirius stood there, immobile, holding the damaged flowers, at loss, when the green door behind the counter opened, and an old man appeared. He was very tall and slim, dressed in a knitted cream jumper and brown corduroy pants. His hair fell on his face in a mess of graying dark copper curls stricken with white locks, casting shadows over his eyes. He seemed oblivious to Sirius’ presence, nose deep inside a large leather-bound book he cradled tightly with one hand, a steaming red mug of tea in the other. Clearing his throat, the black-haired man walked up to the counter, running a nervous hand through his dripping locks.

“Hello, sorry…I…Uhm,” he stuttered.

The shopkeeper looked up, clever green eyes meeting a confused silvery blue gaze. It was as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over Sirius, filling his bones with fear, chilling every inch of his skin with anxiety. Those brown flecks swimming in pools of emerald, those sun-kissed golden curls, the millions of little freckles peppering pale, once youthful now wrinkled skin, the warm wool of knitted cardigans, the sharp scent of burning hot tea that has just been brewed, the crinkle of rapidly turned pages…he knew all of these things. He was more than familiar with them. It all belonged to Remus John Lupin. It was his Moony. His Moony, who he hadn’t seen in years. Memories washed over him, flicking in his mind like a flipbook, rushing through the years.

The first time he saw the tall, lanky boy with gangly limbs on the Hogwarts Express, the nervousness written all over his face, clear as day, as he sat on the stool, the Sorting Hat heavy on his head and insecurity dancing across his taught features as the name “Gryffindor” resonated in the Great Hall. Sirius remembered the first year, spent in nervous glances and reclusion, the bitterness and resignation when his secret came out, and they found out he was a werewolf.

He remembered Second Year, when Remus’ smiles gradually got brighter and he became more comfortable, yet he still wouldn’t change in front of his friends.

Then came Third Year, and the whole Animagus process, where he finally saw what it was like to turn into a vicious beast once a month, what it was like to tear yourself apart and wake up the next day, just a little more tired and broken than the day before. Fast forward to Fourth Year where his problems with his family truly began, Remus’ constant worried glances, and that cold, dark Christmas Eve of 1974 where he, Sirius Black, appeared at the Potter's barely breathing, beyond hurt and wrecked.

He, of course, never forgot Fifth Year and the stolen, longing stares, the minute he realized he liked boys, and the precise moment he understood that the boy in question was Remus John Lupin, his best friend. He also recalled, with regret and sorrow, the time that he gave away Remus’ condition to Snape; an idiotic, dangerous, so-called prank that near,y cost him one of the most important people in his life.

And then Sixth Year and its tension, the first drunken kiss, the secrets, the lies, and the blissful nights spent at the very top of the Astronomy Tower. Sirius kept the memories of summer 1977 dearly, reminiscing of the sweet warm nights, the bonfires, the day the rest of their friends found out about him and Remus, and the pure joy and happiness of those few weeks.

He remembered Seventh Year and the mounting fear, hanging heavy in the air, the worried whispers, and the empty, saddened stares...all things that perdured even after Hogwarts.

Then came the War, accompanied by mourning and grief, only brightened for a few moments by James’ and Lily’s wedding, and then Harry's birth. A joy that didn't last long, as Sirius’ rapidly deteriorating relationship with Remus finally broke with the death of their best friends and his unjust imprisonment.

He remembered every excruciating full moon of the twelve years spent in Azkaban, every other remaining day blurring into an unintelligible mess, slowly sinking into insanity, with no knowledge of Remus’ whereabouts.

He remembered, without doubt, the first time he saw his godson, Harry, all grown up, looking just like his father, brave and kind, having survived more than he had ought to. And then there was Remus too, looking exhausted and grayed, only a pale, faded shadow of his former self. The next few years were spent between Order missions, confrontations with Death, and the same old, familiar stolen glances. They attempted to rebuild their relationship, yet they never regained that special, magical even, bond.

And after the War, Remus disappeared. At first, they exchanged weekly letters, which then got rarer and rarer, until they stopped coming altogether and for years, Sirius knew nothing of him. Until now.

“Excuse me, sir!” said Remus waving his hand awkwardly in front of his face. “You...wanted something, right?”

The other wizard suddenly shuddered, blinking, as if he had just been roused from a trance.

“Yeah, sorry...I...um...was just, you know...thinking,” he stuttered, blushing.

His former friend raised a sarcastic, amused eyebrow.

“I just wanted to pay for these flowers I sort of...destroyed. By accident of course!” Added Sirius hastily, watching him apprehensively.

“That’s alright, I should have thought to bring them in a while ago already. It’s curious, really, you remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago. His name was Sirius Black. Quite a peculiar name, isn't it?” he replied pensively.

A flare of hope lit up inside Sirius. Maybe, just maybe, he remembered and recognized him.

“Remus?” he asked quietly.

“You know me?”

A look of surprise crossed his face.

“I…,” he hesitated. “No. I thought I knew you but I guess I was wrong. I must have mistaken you for someone else, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s alright, it happens to everyone from time to time,” answered Remus lightly. “Do you want anything else?”

“Maybe white roses, for my girlfriend.”

“Excellent choice! These are my personal favourites” he said, reaching for a bouquet of snowy white roses, with soft petals and lush, dark green leaves.

“I know they are,” thought Sirius bitterly. “You told me in Third Year on a lazy summer day that white roses were your favorite flowers because your mum’s garden was full of them.”

“I’m sure she will love them,” he smiled.

So there was that time where James came over to Sirius’ and Remus’ unannounced and well…let’s just say he was traumatised. Lily had to douse him with buckets of holy water to get the sight of Sirius tied up and…I’ll leave the rest your imagination. He wasn’t able to look either of his best friends in the eye for 2 weeks after that.

Six of crows au where Matthias keeps a diary and writes like an angsty teenage girl

"Dear Diary: The witch is trying to get me again. But she can't trick me, i'm not like those other girl and boys that fall under her charms , i'm diferent,i don't care about her shiny jade eyes, her flowing chocolate mane or how yummy she smells. Nope, i don't think about that at all.

Ugh, Kaz is such a bitch, just because he has money, i wish he fell off this boat and everyone acts like he is smart but i bet he is an idiot and the demon incarnated. All of them are horrible and i hate them.

Ps: Jesper you better not be reading this . Go fck that nerd and gtfo of my things

In CK

Dear Diary: I love ❤💞Nina😍 so much, i can't believe a girl like her noticed me.I have a piece of her hair to keep it with me forever.When we get to Fjerda we'll have a house with a garden,six children and four wolves. Inej will be the goodmother of ALL our children.

Btw,for now i have to endure the flirting between those two gay bitches (good for them,good for them)ishipthem

Oh and Kaz is still the worst.

Suddenly someone's hands covered my eyes and pulled my head back. I tried to pull their hands away but it wouldn't work so I covered their hands with mine. Their fingers were long and thin, and their hands were slightly cold.

"Who is it?" I asked.

Not too long after, I felt a feather light kiss on my forehead followed by a quiet whisper in my ear. "Guess who?"

A smile spread across my face as I recognised his voice. I rose up a little and gave him a quick kiss, smiling like an idiot when his hands were removed from my face.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Hi." He responded.

James trying to impress Lily

James: *seductively takes off glasses*

James: Wow, you're fucking blurry.