the greatest .. - lana del ray
lacy .. - olivia rodrigo
13 beaches .. - lana del ray
still take you home .. - arctic monkeys
the hellcat spangles shalalala .. - arctic monkeys
all i ever am .. - the cure
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about me. main acc. my dr intro !!.
hogwarts dr posts !!. rambles.
the slytherin boys as girl dads
(& how enzo teases them...until he's no longer laughing)
y'all i have a theory. and i've seen it proven true too many times for it to be a coincidence: the bigger a fuckboy somebody is, the more likely they are to have a daughter. it's like karma's way of smacking them in the face and i love it.
and i just know this would be true of the slytherin boys...
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i think draco or blaise would get married first, as i honestly see them as the least offensive fuckboys of the group.
but they would both go on to have daughters and then are sat there like 😐 "well, shit."
draco would be beeesidddeee himself over his daughter, just constantly concerned for her wellbeing and happiness and doting on her 24/7.
the definition of daddy's princess™️
"my father will hear about this" x2
she's heir to the malfoy throne and she's going to tell you about it.
he has never once said no to anything she asked him for and doesn't plan to start any time soon.
literally his whole world.
and blaise? he's simply the best girl dad.
he is truly and purely in love.
she is a full-tilt girlie girl: big bows in her hair and pink everything from head to toe.
we're doing ballet, tea parties, princesses, fairies, the works.
and he's sat there with a tiara on his head like 😡 "say something, i dare you."
both draco and blaise think it's "cute" "funny" "ironic" that they both had girls like. "heh, what a coincidence."
but farther along, theo would get married, then mattheo
and then THEY both have girls.
and draco and blaise are like
"welcome to the shitshow. we've been waiting for you."
mattheo is king of "fuck around and find out."
would push a kid off the slide for his daughter.
doesn't care about your opinion on the matter.
she is right, you are wrong.
she is perfect, you are trash.
eyeing every person on the street like they're a threat with leftover glitter in his hair and her small hand in his.
he's impenetrable to everyone except her.
still always stoic and unsmiling, but take a sneak peek in her room and catch him on a tiny chair surrounded by her stuffed animals at a tea party.
similarly, theo stares daggers at anyone he thinks is too close, too loud, too anything for her.
he's adamant that she learns italian, so he's always muttering or whispering to her in his native language.
"i ragazzi sono idioti, principessa" - "boys are idiots, princess" (she's 1.5).
and the day that he walks into her room and she stands up in her crib and says "papà!" he cries.
and now the four of them sit around on the weekends, arms crossed, staring at their little girls, their little mini-me's thinking "how the fuck did this happen?"
meanwhile.
lorenzo is still single.
he is deadset on avoiding the marriage/baby trap and he l o v e s to tease them all about it.
when they're at mattheo's gender reveal and they find out it's another girl? he's laughing so hard he has tears in his eyes.
"nice nail polish, zabini."
"mate, she has you wrapped around her finger."
"you're literally her bitch, malfoy."
and they're all like "just you wait. this is going to be you."
and he scoffs. "never in a million years."
he does love playing with the girls though.
"silly uncle enzo" or "zozo" as some of them call him🥹
in truth, he'd do anything for any one of them.
he lets them braid his hair, dress him up and drag him around to play tag, babbity rabbity, and the princess and the dragon.
and it's all fine because they're not his.
he hands them back at the end of the day and he can detach himself emotionally enough to go back to fucking around.
but then he meets you.
and you are the antithesis of every girl that's come before you.
you are soft and sweet, pure and kind.
he didn't meet you at the bar, didn't slide into your dms, he saw you at the grocery store. it's so mundane, so... predictable.
but he catches a glimpse of you as he walks by the aisle up on your tippy toes trying to reach something off the top shelf as your sundress rides higher and higher.
and, being the gentleman that he is, and after staring at you for far longer than appropriate he's at your side, close enough that you can feel his warmth and smell his cologne as he effortlessly grabs what you need and then hands it to you.
and when you turn to thank him his heart stutters.
and lorenzo 'fuckboy' berkshire blushes, b l u s h e s from just the smile on your face.
because not only are you stunningly gorgeous, but you look at him like you see him. like you really see him.
and there's something thrumming in his veins that feels an awful lot like fear, like he wants to run far away from whatever it is you're doing to him.
and it's a feeling that never leaves him.
and only after a long time does he realize it is fear, but not the conventional kind; it's the kind that comes with having something you don't want to lose, something you care deeply, desperately about.
and then you ask him if he wants to get a coffee.
and two espressos later, he thinks he's in love.
but he does not tell his friends.
because he swore this would never ever be him: downbad, head-over-heels, soft for a girl.
but they have their suspicions...
"how was last weekend?" they ask.
"hmm?" he hums, head buried in his phone as he's texting you.
"the thing at the club? wasn't it some exclusive party you got invited to?"
"oh, didn't go" he mutters, fingers flying.
"what? why not?"
draco's tipping in his chair to try to get a look at the screen.
and only then does lorenzo pull away, pressing the screen to his chest and shooting daggers at him, fumbling to come up with an excuse that isn't spending the entire weekend in sweats on your couch watching rom coms while you threaded your fingers through his hair until he was kissing you so hard you forgot what you were watching.
"just didn't feel like it"
-> all of them: 🤨
but eventually it's too hard to keep the two most important things in his life apart.
and you slot in like the missing piece of his puzzle.
his friends? they love you. you're filling them in on every juicy, soppy, soft, disgustingly adorable thing lorenzo has done with you. and they are never ever ever ever going to let him live it down.
their wives? they're just your type, girls you can actually see yourself being friends with; you all have to share a little something special in common to be able to wrangle these boys.
and their daughters? they. can't. get. enough.
they're tugging you along with them the minute you get there, and it's the best kind of interrogation.
"are you a princess?"
"will you play with us?"
"can i brush your hair?"
"are you and zozo in love?"
"does he kiss you?"
and ten minutes later one's in your lap, two are doing your hair and the fourth is helping you pick a tiara.
and you catch lorenzo's eye.
and there's a twinkle there as you smile, big and genuine.
and when he sees that? sees you with them?
he's fucking done for.
and just under two years later.
he's back at the weekend barbeque.
only this time he's taking measured, careful steps, stooped over, bent nearly in half as a small hand wraps around his fingers, holding on for dear life to keep her steady as she toddles.
she has his eyes, but your mouth and hair.
she is a perfect, beautiful mix of the two of you.
and he finally understands what people mean when they say having a child is like watching your heart walk outside of your body.
because he would rather die a thousand deaths than have something happen to her, or to you.
"my girls" as he calls you.
and now he's joined the group of dads sat with their arms crossed. scowling at the beautiful mess of pink, of giggles, of love in front of them.
and mattheo leans over. "told you you were gonna have a girl."
lorenzo sighs, blowing out a breath he holds deep in his lungs.
Hidden beneath the castle, deep under the Black Lake, the Slytherin dormitories have shed their old, dreary reputation and transformed into a sleek, modern sanctuary. No longer cold and ominous, the space now radiates a refined elegance, blending old-world charm with contemporary luxury. It’s a haven for ambitious minds, a place where intelligence, creativity, and camaraderie thrive.
The Entrance:
Unlike the other houses, whose common rooms are hidden behind paintings or riddles, the Slytherin entrance remains a well-kept secret, embedded into the stone walls of the dungeons. The door is a seamless, enchanted slab of black marble veined with silver, appearing only when approached by a Slytherin. With a simple touch or a murmured password, it slides open silently, revealing the breathtaking space beyond.
The foyer is a quiet antechamber before the main common room, designed for those who need a brief moment of solitude before entering the lively hub of the house. Plush emerald benches line the walls, and soft overhead lighting casts a gentle glow over the polished black tile floor. A house crest, made of enchanted silver, shimmers on the wall, subtly shifting between different designs over the years—sometimes reflecting the faces of past Slytherin legends, sometimes morphing into a snake that slithers lazily across the surface.
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The Common Room:
Stepping into the common room is like entering a high-end lounge designed for scholars and socialites alike. The Black Lake Viewing Windows stretch from floor to ceiling, offering an uninterrupted, spellbinding view of the water beyond. Sunlight filters through in dappled beams during the day, creating a serene, ever-moving pattern across the walls. At night, the lake turns dark and mysterious, with occasional flashes of silver from passing mermaids, darting grindylows, or schools of luminescent fish.
The central seating area is designed for both comfort and conversation. Instead of rigid wooden chairs, plush velvet sectionals in deep green and charcoal gray create cozy clusters, each accompanied by polished oak coffee tables that hold floating candle sconces and stacks of books left behind by students. A massive fireplace, enchanted with cool green and blue flames, sits as the focal point of the room, casting flickering reflections across the glass windows and silver-trimmed walls.
A study alcove on the far side of the room is quieter, tucked away for those who need focus. A long, sleek ebony table runs along the wall, lined with ergonomic chairs that adjust themselves to each student’s preferred posture. Floating glass orbs provide customizable lighting, glowing softly for those pulling late-night study sessions. The surrounding bookshelves are filled with both classic wizarding texts and modern literature, spanning everything from magical law to wizarding fashion trends.
For relaxation, a leisure lounge sits opposite the study alcove, featuring an enchanted chess table, a moving dartboard that playfully dodges poor shots, and a Wizarding Wireless system that plays curated playlists based on the collective mood of the room—whether it’s instrumental music for studying or lively jazz for social evenings.
In one corner, a self-serve café station offers an array of beverages, from classic teas and butterbeer to cold brew coffee and specially crafted wizarding drinks. The station is magically replenished, ensuring that no student ever suffers through an early morning class without caffeine. Seasonal drinks rotate throughout the year—pumpkin spice brews in autumn, peppermint hot chocolate in winter, honey-infused teas in spring, and iced berry potions in summer.
Additional Exclusive Spaces:
Beyond the common room and dorms, the Slytherin quarters feature several hidden areas, reserved for house members only:
The Greenhouse Atrium – A hidden indoor garden filled with exotic plants from all over the wizarding world. Ivy-covered archways lead to a peaceful retreat where students can read, meditate, or study potions in a natural setting. Twinkling fairy lights overhead create a serene, dreamlike atmosphere.
The Lounge Bar – A sophisticated space for unwinding after classes. While it doesn’t serve alcohol, handcrafted butterbeer mocktails, chilled pumpkin juice, and sparkling potions are always on tap. Elegant yet comfortable, it’s the perfect place for deep conversations or celebratory evenings after exams.
The Duelling Room – A state-of-the-art training space for combat practice, fitness, and spellwork. Enchanted dummies, moving obstacle courses, and sparring rings allow students to refine their magical skills in a controlled environment.
The Music & Arts Studio – A soundproofed creative space equipped with enchanted instruments, a recording charm, and a small stage for performances. Whether students want to compose music, paint, or practice dramatic readings, this room is a hub for artistic expression.
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The Dormitories:
Unlike the cramped and uniform dorms of the past, the modern Slytherin dormitories have been reimagined for comfort, privacy, and personal expression. Instead of only shared rooms, students now have access to private quarters apon request.
Each student, even in shared dorms have their own rooms with beds that are king-sized, dressed in deep emerald or obsidian bedding, embroidered with silver accents. Some students prefer a sleek, minimalistic look with crisp linens and dark wood, while others decorate their spaces with fairy lights, houseplants, and velvet throws. The ceilings can be enchanted to reflect a starry night sky, rainstorms, or even the movement of the Black Lake above.
Each room features a customizable study nook, complete with a polished oak desk, floating bookshelves, and a smart magical mirror that doubles as a daily planner. A window—enchanted to show either the outside world or calming landscapes—can be adjusted depending on the student’s mood.
The wardrobes are another innovation—walk-in closets that magically organize outfits based on the day’s schedule, weather, or personal preference. The enchanted mirror inside offers styling advice and, when in a playful mood, delivers sassy commentary about outfit choices.
1. The Beds
Slytherins value both comfort and aesthetics, and their beds are a reflection of that.
Four-Poster or Canopy Options: Some students keep the traditional regal look, while others enchant their beds to hover slightly above the floor.
Self-Regulating Bedding: Enchanted to adjust to your body temperature for the perfect sleep.
Silk, velvet, or Egyptian cotton sheets, depending on personal preference.
Hidden Storage: Drawers that magically organize clothes, with an enchanted shoe rack that cleans and repairs itself overnight.
Dream Projection Feature: Some beds allow students to replay memories or visualize their dreams before sleeping.
2. Work & Study Spaces
Slytherins are strategic thinkers, so their rooms have top-tier workstations to match their ambitions.
Floating Desks that adjust to standing or sitting mode.
Spell-Proof Study Nooks for students who need to concentrate without distractions.
Holographic Notes & Book Summaries – Simply tap a book, and a glowing summary appears in the air.
Auto-Writing Quills that take dictated notes or transcribe ideas.
3. Personal Wardrobes & Vanity Areas
Walk-in Closets, with sections sorted by magical occasion (formal robes, casual wear, dueling gear, etc.).
Vanity Mirrors with Enchantment Features:
Offer styling advice and hair-styling charms.
Can alter appearances temporarily to test different looks before committing.
Self-Organizing Laundry Baskets: Clothes fold themselves and freshen up overnight.
4. Personalization & Enchanted Features
Slytherins don’t do boring. Their dorms have the coolest magical modifications, including:
Mood Lighting Charms: Adjust the lighting’s warmth and color depending on the vibe.
Personal Sound Systems: Students can play enchanted records, ambient sounds, or Muggle music through magical speakers.
Moving Artwork: Family portraits, classic wizarding art, or animated abstract designs. Some paintings even interact with students, offering advice or sarcasm depending on their enchantment.
Miniature Greenhouses: For students interested in herbology or potion ingredients, a small terrarium-style setup is available in some rooms.
5. Secret Features & Custom Spells
Because Slytherins always have a trick up their sleeve, many students add hidden elements to their rooms.
Hidden Compartment Drawers – Perfect for stashing notes, valuables, or contraband.
Private Entrance Charms – Some students enchant their doors to only open with a personalized spell or phrase.
Soundproofing Charms – For privacy, late-night study sessions, or secret conversations.
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The Bathrooms:
Stepping into the Slytherin bathrooms feels like entering a high-end wizarding spa. The air is lightly scented with enchanted eucalyptus and lavender, keeping the space feeling fresh and calming. The walls are lined with dark green marble, veined with silver, and the floor tiles are temperature-controlled, ensuring that even on the coldest winter mornings, they remain warm underfoot.
Showers & Bathtubs:
Walk-in Rainfall Showers – Spacious, sleek, and enclosed in frosted glass, the showers are charmed to provide a perfect water temperature every time. Some even have illusion charms, allowing students to bathe under a "rainforest canopy" or "waterfall lagoon."
Deep Soaking Bathtubs – Large enough for full-body relaxation, these clawfoot tubs come with a variety of magical bath oils and bubbles that change scents based on mood. Some students opt for self-heating bath stones, turning their baths into a personal hot spring.
Vanity & Grooming Area
Fog-Resistant Mirrors – These enchanted mirrors provide morning affirmations or style advice, adjusting to each student’s needs.
Grooming Stations – Individual vanities stocked with self-cleaning towels, wizarding hair-care tools, and potions for styling or skincare.
Personalized Magic Lockers – Each student has a small enchanted locker where they can store toiletries programmed to open only at their touch.
Additional Features
Soft Lighting Charms – Adjustable based on mood or time of day, ensuring no harsh glares during early morning routines.
Music Charms – Optional, allowing students to play soft instrumentals, classic wizarding tunes, or even Muggle music while getting ready.
Aromatherapy Spells – Cast over the space, keeping it fresh and infused with soothing scents.
child of liberty and spontaneity with eyes of olive trees, an old soul and a will to prove herself to anybody in her way. she won't do what people expect her to, but always wins in the end. she's an artist. the kinda girl that makes you question your own sanity, who curses you out in five languages in one sentence only. she was born with a leather jacket on and a walkman attached to her hip, caffeine and rhymes running through her veins, and a burning passion for love.
★ SINGER • SONGWRITER • MUSIC PRODUCER
alice williams grew up in a musically inclined household, developing a passion for singing and playing instruments from an early age. she began formal music and piano lessons at four, continuing until fourteen, while also dedicating ten years to dance and excelling in sports as the captain of oakwood secondary school’s volleyball team. a natural writer, she started composing poetry and lyrics as a child, penning her first song at ten for her younger sister, rory. her love for music led to the release of her debut single, brutal, in 2004 at seventeen. after graduating from oakwood, she moved to london to study music production at university, taking additional courses in journalism, french, and creative writing. during this time, she co-founded the band Panic Kills Prada with friends maitreyi desmond, jessie rosewood, and kiara grayson, serving as the lead singer and rhythm guitarist.
source: wikipedia.org/alice_williams
★ PANIC KILLS PRADA • BRITISH ROCK BAND
FOUNDATION ▾
in 2006, panic kills prada was born out of a spontaneous jam session between alice williams and maitreyi desmond. the two had met through their university studies and quickly realized they shared a deep passion for music. both were inspired by alternative rock, grunge, and indie influences, and they decided to sit down and experiment with sounds, letting their creativity flow freely. their jam sessions quickly revealed a unique chemistry, and it was clear they had the potential to create something special.
soon after, alice met jessica vivienne rosewood, an aspiring bassist with a strong songwriting background. alice and maitreyi, impressed by jessica’s talent and vision, invited her to join their musical collaboration. with jessica on bass, the core of panic kills prada was formed, and the trio began writing and rehearsing together, shaping their distinctive sound.
in 2007, the band was complete when kiara grayson, a talented drummer with a great sense of rhythm and a poetic touch to her lyrics, joined the group. kiara, who had known alice from their childhood, was an ideal fit, bringing a driving energy to the band’s rhythm section. with kiara’s arrival, panic kills prada solidified its lineup and began performing at local venues, quickly earning a reputation for their electrifying live shows and heartfelt, emotionally charged music.
DISCOGRAPHY ▾
ALBUMS ▾
iris' letters • debut album • 2007
tits in the garage • 2008
source: wikipedia.org/alice_williams/panic_kills_prada
★ PHOTOS FEATURING ALICE
performing with panic kills prada
with sister, aurora williams
alice with supposedly 'the most infuriating eejit i've ever happened to run into' (her words)
alright, let's have a little intervention. a public service announcement. an exorcism of the word "attempting."
might rock some reality boats, so grab a life vest or a martini.....whatever makes you feel more secure. we need to abolish, no, incinerate, the concept of "trying" to shift. the idea that you are "attempting" to manifest. because what do you mean you’re ‘trying’ to shift? what does that actually mean. are you ‘trying’ to exist? are you ‘trying’ to walk into a kitchen? you either do or you don’t. there is no ‘attempt’ in action, there is only action. you are shifting every second. every thought is a step. every breath is a move. every blink is a new scene. there is no in-between state, no limbo where you sit and mull over whether or not you’re doing it right. you are doing it, whether you recognise it or not.
this applies to loa, too !!! you don’t ‘try’ to manifest. you don’t ‘attempt’ to believe. you either accept reality as yours, or you hesitate at the door, and hesitation is not movement. you wouldn’t say you’re ‘trying’ to breathe. you just breathe. you wouldn’t say you’re ‘attempting’ to see something with your own eyes. your eyes are open. the world is there. whether you acknowledge it or not is your own decision.
when i tell you the single biggest thing that helped me shift was just realising i wasn’t ‘attempting’ anything. i wasn’t waiting to get it right, wasn’t holding my breath for some imaginary confirmation screen to pop up and tell me i’d done it. i was already doing it. the only difference between me and the person ‘trying’ was that i stopped questioning whether i was moving and just started walking.
please !!!! let’s abolish ‘attempting.’ let’s retire this whole "mini shift" nonsense, this "i think i almost did it" foolishness. no. you walk. you step through. you are there. no intermediaries, no limbo, no shaky maybe-land where you’re wading in ankle-deep hesitation. either you’re in or you’re out. there isn't some vague purgatory of almostness. you shift every second. you can manifest in seconds. no trying. just doing. throw it into the fire. take it out back like an old tv set that no longer works. you are not attempting. you are being. and the moment you get that....you’re already there.
"white swans of secrecy, drifting and drifting, secretly dividing, the still waters of infinity."
— D.H. Lawrence (Swans)
The lake is still, a mirror of the glass kissed by the silver strings while the swans lay upon it—as if carved by winter itself. It wafts along like its reflection, rippling like a half-forgotten dream.
Well, Tchaikovsky's swan, Andersen's enchanted bird, Leda's omen—swans have always belonged to the world in between. But to us, they are very much miraculous universe travelers. They're more than feathery birds and ballet, perhaps symbolism at its peak.
I think swans are symbols because they've appeared countless times at the most unexpected places and incidentally each of these occasions I wasn't exactly in the best mindset sooooo…
here's a rant from my delusional mind as to why swans are NOT just swans and are in a very biblical, metamorphic, liminal-ish symbol, WHICH humanity really isn't uncoding. (code for why did *i* realise earlier?!?)
one.
swans are always depicted as creatures that glide effortlessly, with one such certain grace, poised, untouched by urgency, always calm, as if it knows the outcome…
they always seem unattainable, as if all there was to achieve they already did.
very similar. yes. it's you, it's me, it's US.
now, sure, maybe it's not us now, but it's us exactly right now because you and I, are basically gaslighting ourselves into this void that convinces us we don't know much but, then again, you say you believe in shifting, you long for people you've never met, you find comfort in books and movies you cannot perceive and that is because it's calling you again, back to that lake, to go home, to that swan.
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two.
they exist in all three— land, water, sky, all three states of being, but its associated most with water?
water, to me, represents distortion, a blurry layer of what-ifs, very much of an illusion. much like shifting, it bends realities.
the duality of swans on the water is that it's serene, and elegant, yes BUT, it's hidden, mystical, and even though I know how a bird floats off the water I think it's much more than that. shifting is much like that, we make it a whole thing— (as we should, ofc) make an aura, a feeling, an emotion, etc. But, what if it isn't oh-so-mystic, what if you just need to close em eyes and flap away?
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three.
they have forever soulmates.
(I really fought myself to not put in lobster references)
they could swim through countless lakes, but that one other means forever to them and so, what if the universe is your lake, and its just you and your other swan (that sounds bad I know, but ugh yk what I'm saying)— sure, in different bodies with different faces but that one person that's always there and is waiting even now for you to finally swim over and reunite?
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so, if we say shifting is an act of reinvention, then perhaps love— much like that of swans— is the thread that ties us to our truest selves across lakes, or shall we say lifetimes, across realities, across everything we have ever been or hoped to become.
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