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‘You ran away from home?’ ‘When I was about sixteen,’ said Sirius. 'I’d had enough.’ 'Where did you go?’ asked Harry, staring at him. 'Your dad’s place,’ said Sirius. 'Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son. | Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
marauders era → sirius black
sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. he was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither james’s nor harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.
@wizardingworldonline event 05 - archetypes - the emerald trio
Zabini collapsed into his own seat looking ruffled, and Malfoy, sniggering, lay back down across two seats with his head in Pansy Parkinson's lap.
Happy Birthday, Draco Lucius Malfoy! (June 5th, 1980)
“It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy…”
Six Sentence Saturday
The nice thing about not doing any fests is being able to share anything I'm working on - no more sitting on my anon status! This is from a flatmates fic with disinherited Draco that I was working on a while back and hope to get back to soon.
Sometimes, Draco still hated him a little bit.
“I’m working,” Draco told him flatly. Draco was always working, either at his weird day job where he showed tourists around a big National Trust house while being impossibly posh about it, or picking up shifts in the pub on the corner where they charged four quid a pint, and sold flabby cheese toasties that they called Croques Monsieur, and where the ruder Draco was, the more people liked him, while he served them mint juleps in jam jars and messed up the head on their pints of mediocre Guinness just because he could.
“Oh right,” Harry said blankly, “I forgot. Course you’re working, sorry.” He scratched his stomach absent-mindedly, opening the fridge to look inside, as though something might have magically appeared in there since the night before, when he had staggered out of Draco’s bed with a raised red handprint on one arse cheek, and a darkening bruise just under his jawline, claiming starvation. He’d ordered takeaway, of course, something extravagant and delicious-smelling from a curry house Draco had never heard of.
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Yes I'm still trying to work out the correct plural for Croque Monsieur.
harry potter growing up to be king of the wizard cops is a much worse ending to a series than anything the game of thrones writers threw at the wall tbh
Newly blonde Troye Sivan in a field is seriously evocative of Special Branch’s Draco Malfoy in a meadow on Midsummer @femmequixotic @noeeon
Just imagine him staring up at a certain messy-haired Inspector right now…the confidence, the poise, the arrogance and yet the uncertainty…aaaaaahhhhhh time to go have a little re-read I think!
high school drarry aesthetics
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone in black/white
HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE
“Dark times lie ahead of us, and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.”
David Cohen’s “Cabinets of Wonder” at Talon Gallery.
Opening tonight - Thursday, May 27th, 2021 - at Talon Gallery in Portland, Oregon is artist David Cohen’s solo exhibition, “Cabinets of Wonder.”
David says of the exhibition: “For the last ten years my images and subject matter closely echoed my personal interests in nature and science, books and history. The artworks always seemed to take the form of organized collections of objects and forms with the goal to tell stories long forgotten or help the viewer to see nature in new ways.
The early historical collecting of natural and exotic manmade objects lead to the creation of formal “cabinets”. These were spaces and specially designed furniture that were often found in the homes of the wealthy, whose goal was to inspire curiosity and awe in their visitors. The Kunstkammers, or cabinets of wonder, were also status symbols as well as a visible declaration of sophistication and worldliness. Eventually, as the cabinets grew in size and complexity, more space was required and the first proto-museums began to evolve. This also came at a time when there was a push for more elaborate organizational and classification systems accompanied by a pursuit of the systemic connections between objects. Museums have always been an attraction for me no doubt influenced by my annual elementary school trips to the Museum of Natural History in New York City. Not surprisingly, my career path took me solidly into the world of museums which remain a significant inspiration in my life.
So in a search to create credible visual settings that allowed the viewer a logical vantage point to begin their exploration, I began to use cabinets or boxes as a way to structurally organize the space and create interesting conceptual connections and relationships among the objects. Between the formal compositional opportunities, a chance to play with light and shadow, the references to the early collectors and museums, and the celebration of nature’s wonders, this seemed like an ideal avenue for my aesthetic expression. The cabinets of wonder in this series continue to evolve to allow me to explore not only different subject matter but also to challenge myself compositionally, hopefully provoking the viewer to consider new ways of looking at the world.”
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“While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.”
— Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via francescacoppa)
Someone put it into words. I gotta sit down
dam…….. that website “you feel like shit” (it’s like a questionnaire / troubleshooting guide for when you feel like shit) really works………………….. im not even all the way thru it and i even half-assed a lot of the suggestions and i already feel loads better
for some reason, with this website, i was able to complete small tasks ive been fruitlessly bugging myself to do for weeks??
anyway, i feel almost good now :^)
im glad this got some notes!!!! i hope it helps y’all find some measure of peace or comfort <3
This is astonishing. I’m going to use and save.
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Draco raised a brow. "The Golden Boy still smokes? Well, I say."
Harry was getting dressed at the foot of his bed and he was as rumpled as the sheets they've worked on messing up all night, gilt and misty, surrounded by puffs of smoke like some god of debauchery. Or, at least, that's how Draco saw him these days.
"If I could roll you into a blunt and inhale you, I would," Harry mumbled around the cigarette between his teeth, "but this has to do for now."
"I can get some weed for tonight, if you'd like," Draco said, "I'm going to dinner at Pansy's, I'll nick a bag."
Harry winked at him. "And we'll fuck after."
"I'd be rather offended if we didn't."
"Hey," Harry said, and exhaled, and Draco rolled his eyes because it was too late to tell him he can't just smoke indoors and look so good doing it. "Have we said 'I love you' to each other?"
Draco sat upright, all sleep-sticky dizzyness evaporating into thin air. "I'd like to think I'd have remembered—that.'"
"I think I dreamed it," Harry shrugged. "It was weird, my dreams are usually rather dull. Death and carnage, and such."
"Was it a good dream, then?" Draco asked and got up from the bed, grinned as Harry's eyes followed.
Harry growled, slow and annoyed, and took another drag, tilting his head, and stared, fingers slowing to a stop over his shirt buttons. Draco let him come closer and Harry brushed his thumb over a bruise on Draco's collarbone.
"I'm telling you tonight," he said, buttoning up his cuffs.
"Why not now?" Draco asked, thinking that maybe's he the one dreaming, watching mirage-Potter promise him things that should be illegal and believing every word.
"I'll bring food," Harry said. "I'll tell you I love you, we'll smoke, and fuck, and then, we'll eat."
Draco kissed him and it was a little messy, and he could taste the tobacco on Harry's breath. He didn't want it any other way. "Sounds like a plan."
