I’m trying to track down an HP fanfic that’s Ginny’s perspective of Chamber of Secrets. It was by Arabella. Can anyone help me out?

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Samira Wiley as Othello
Sophie Turner as Desdemona
Natalie Dormer as Iago

based on a post by shakespeareismyjam

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"During the first season I had pitched a storyline where Samira and I fall in love. The Nicky and Poussey affair! I pitched it mostly because I wanted to spend more time with her." - Natasha Lyonne (x).

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"My head is overflowing with thoughts I can’t allow anyone to know about."

— 凛として時雨 - “Abnormalize” (via sealko)

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*。.゚。*・✿ The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself ✿・*。゚。*

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Surrounded by four women yelling at me
They all claim that they are who I should be
An artist, a healer, a wife, and a scholar
All hurl out their arguments over each other

"I’ll make you happy and give you expression,"
The artist cries out, unhinged and impassioned
"We’ll change generations, we’ll heal many souls!
Who doesn’t love songs about white middle class woes?”

"Clearly she’s a bitch, completely useless,"
The healer proclaims feeling self-important
"If you want to be helpful and less self-absorbed,
Together we can fix sickness, poverty and war!”

"That’s fucking ridiculous," the wife pipes up,
"Ambition is risky and always self-involved.
The only real way to let go of yourself
Is to give ego over to husband and house”

"The 50s are calling, you ignorant cunt,
The scholar yells out, feeling malevolent,
"There’s more to life than giving service
Be selfish, learn something, fuck men, art, and purpose!”

"Shut up, SHUT UP!" I have to shout out,
"I can’t even think you’re all screaming so loud!
I can’t even move, you all pull different ways,
You’ve left me with nothing, I’m frozen in place.”

We all look quite sad and a bit homicidal
Five women like statues, desire our marble
We can’t reconcile, we can’t synthesis
So we’ll volley our words until somebody dies

I hate how for years I’ve been standing in place
With four stubborn women who all wear my face

Gyda. I have come to say goodbye to you properly. I’ve been thinking about you. About when you were small. You were so lively, you could run swiftly as the wind. You were like quicksilver. But then before I knew it, you stopped running here and there and everywhere, and you became still. Twelve years old, with the stillness and the calm of a fine woman. What children you would have produced. What joy they would have brought to all of us. Dear child. Gyda. You are not gone because you are always in my heart. They say a man must love his sons more, but a man can be jealous of his son, and his daughter can always be the light in his life.

I know very well that you are with the gods, but I will wait here awhile, and if you want to come and talk to me then come and talk. And I will gently stroke your long and beautiful hair once again with my peasant hands.

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