i love eddie munson

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[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[sinksanksockie2]

w-what if potato is actually lucky

[inkedenchantments]

LUCKY POTATO LUCKY POTATO. PLEASE LET ME GET TAYLOR SWIFT TICKETS!!!

i got a code but got kicked out of the site THREE times and so i didn’t get pre-sale tickets i’m heartbroken

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update: never got t - swift tickets :((

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the things we never say

pairings: draco malfoy x fem!american!oc

content warnings: discussions of depression, self-harm (including healed scars), suicidal ideation, a past suicide attempt (non-graphic), mental illness, emotional distress, trauma, grief, and themes of recovery. viewer discretion is advised.

summary: Josephine and Draco share a vulnerable moment where they open up about the pain, trauma, and struggles they’ve kept hidden from everyone else. As they begin to understand each other, their connection deepens and they realize they don’t have to face their darkest moments alone.

draco hadn’t looked away. his eyes remained fixed on the pale scars crossing her forearm. not with pity. just… confusion.

“…josephine.”

she closed her eyes.

“please don’t.”

his voice was quieter than she’d ever heard it.

“what happened?”

a bitter laugh escaped her.

“you really want to know?”

“i wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

she slowly pulled her sleeve back down, her fingers trembling as she struggled to button the cuff.

“they’re old.”

he watched her hands.

“they don’t look accidental.”

she stopped trying to hide them. for a long moment, she simply stared at the floor. then she let out a shaky breath.

“i’ve never told anyone this before.”

draco frowned.

“what?”

“i mean…” she swallowed. “i’ve never actually said it out loud.”

silence.

“i could never bring myself to talk about it.”

she laughed bitterly.

“funny, isn’t it?”

his expression never changed.

“no.”

she looked up at him.

“for whatever stupid fucking reason…” her voice cracked. “…i trust you.”

draco blinked.

she shook her head, almost laughing at herself.

“i know how insane that sounds.”

“you barely tolerate me.”

“i know.”

“half the school thinks we hate each other.”

“i know.”

“you should hate me.”

“i know…”

her eyes filled with tears.

“i trust the boy who’s supposed to despise me.”

the words hung heavily between them.

“the boy everyone keeps telling me to stay away from.”

draco opened his mouth.

nothing came out.

she wiped angrily at her eyes.

“but if you’re ever going to know me…”

her voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“…really know me…”

she looked directly into his grey eyes.

“…then you need to know this.”

she rested a trembling hand over her forearm.

“i did this.”

the confession echoed in the silence.

“to myself.”

draco didn’t move.

didn’t interrupt.

didn’t ask why.

josephine looked away.

“it started with… hurting myself.”

her voice barely existed anymore.

“i don’t even remember the first time.”

“i just remember feeling like everything was too much.”

she rubbed her thumb across the faded scars.

“i was exhausted all the time. i hated myself. every mistake felt like proof that everyone would’ve been better off without me.”

a tear slipped down her cheek.

“i kept telling myself I could handle it.”

she laughed quietly.

“so I lied. to everyone. my parents. matthew. my professors… myself.”

she took another shaky breath.

“the only person who ever knew something was wrong was amelia.”

a sad smile crossed her face.

“she always knew.”

“she noticed before anyone else did.”

“but even then…”

her smile disappeared.

“i didn’t tell her everything.”

draco finally spoke.

“what happened?”

josephine closed her eyes.

“it got worse.”

she hugged herself tightly.

“i kept waiting for things to get better. they didn’t. they just…”

her voice cracked.

“…they just kept getting darker.”

the silence stretched between them.

“there came a point where i couldn’t see a future anymore.”

another tear fell.

“i wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“i genuinely believed everyone would be happier if i wasn’t here.”

draco’s face lost what little color it had.

“so…”

she nodded.

“yeah.”

she couldn’t look at him.

“I tried to…”

the words seemed to drain every bit of air from the room, and she couldn’t even get the full sentence out.

“i didn’t know how to make it through anymore.”

“i’d run out of reasons.”

her breathing became uneven.

“i didn’t know what to do.”

she pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes.

“it was Amelia.”

her voice broke completely.

“she found me.”

a sob escaped before she could stop it.

“she wasn’t even supposed to be there.”

she remembered the panic in amelia’s voice.

the desperate shouting.

the way she’d refused to let go of her hand.

“the healers told me…” she swallowed hard. “if she’d been even a little later…”

she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“she stayed with me every day after that.”

josephine smiled weakly through her tears.

“she never looked at me differently.”

“she never made me feel guilty.”

“she just… sat with me.”

“when i couldn’t believe i deserved to stay alive…”

her voice trembled.

“…she believed enough for both of us.”

for the first time since she’d started speaking, Draco moved.

one careful step.

then another.

“so that’s what you’ve been carrying.”

she nodded once.

“…yeah.”

“and now?”

she took a long time to answer.

“i still have bad days.”

she refused to lie.

“i still have thoughts that scare me.”

she looked him in the eyes.

“but i don’t want to die.”

her voice, though quiet, was steady.

“i want to live.”

she glanced down at the faded scars one last time.

“i just had to learn those were two different things.”

draco stood perfectly still.

his grey eyes glistened, but he didn’t look afraid.

he looked heartbroken.

not because of the scars.

because she’d been carrying all of it alone.

very carefully, as though afraid she’d disappear if he moved too quickly, he reached for her hand.

his fingers wrapped gently around hers.

“i’m really glad amelia found you.”

josephine felt fresh tears spill down her cheeks.

“…me too.”

he didn’t tell her she was broken.

he didn’t tell her everything would magically be okay.

he simply tightened his grip on her hand.

“you don’t have to hide it from me anymore.”

for the first time since she’d spoken the truth out loud…

she believed him.

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across the atlantic | draco malfoy - chapter two: the journey begins (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1644838417-across-the-atlantic-draco-malfoy-chapter-two-the?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=inkedenchantments "there was never supposed to be an american at hogwarts." for fifteen years, josephine carter believed she was just another student at ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry. then a letter arrives. signed by albus dumbledore himself. personally requesting her transfer to hogwarts. no explanation. no choice. just one warning: trust no one. as whispers follow the mysterious american through the halls of hogwarts, she quickly realizes dumbledore isn't protecting her because she's talented. he's protecting her because of a prophecy hidden for centuries. a prophecy that speaks of a foreign witch destined to bring about the fall of the darkest wizard the world has ever known. but prophecies are dangerous things. they don't promise victory. they only promise a choice. and somewhere between late-night patrols, secret corridors, impossible decisions, and a certain silver-haired Slytherin who seems determined to hate her... josephine begins to wonder if destiny is worth the price it demands. book one draco malfoy x female oc slow burn • enemies to lovers • order of the phoenix • canon rewrite • hidden prophecy • fifth year

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across the atlantic - a draco malfoy fanfiction

out now on wattpad!!

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[sinksanksockie2]

w-what if potato is actually lucky

[inkedenchantments]

LUCKY POTATO LUCKY POTATO. PLEASE LET ME GET TAYLOR SWIFT TICKETS!!!

i got a code but got kicked out of the site THREE times and so i didn’t get pre-sale tickets i’m heartbroken

[ikarakie]

figuring out the stranger things timeline takes so much brain power holy hell. i was happily writing away and then remembered how fucking big the gap between the end of s1 and the start of s2 is and now im gonna have to reshuffle everything in my fic. goddamnit

don't even get me started on figuring out everyones school years in relation to eachother. americans. why does every year have a funny name. why.

[inkedenchantments]

no. because i was going to start my fic earlier than season 4 but the timeline broke my brain. and i have to keep rewatching certain scenes and look at the episode transcripts to try and make all the information make sense. or locations… having to cross reference maps and the show is just time consuming.

i just got over my like 3 month long writers block, and i was writing a chapter in a day and taking breaks in between, and now i am stuck on one chapter. like come on now.

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i want to start writing little blurbs on here (specifically eddie munson) , but don’t even know where to start or how to post on here. please help😭