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Shit’s fucking wack
clerestory by @yiiiiiiiikes25 and victory lap by anonymous have got me on the theyrrrrrre married kick
I have been wanting to dive in to a little bit of Jegulus, but I’m such a Jily lover girl (one of the only m/w pairings I will read other than Everlark)
I have recently discovered Jegulily and my heart feels all mushy and lovely. It gives me Jily AND Jegulus AND Regulily AND the wonderful poly pairing that is Jegulily.
If you have any fic recs, please god, send them my way.
Professor Potter with a stache & nose pinching Draco 🦀
Sleep rumpled Draco 😍 I love your writing so so much
Hi there nonnie! 💖
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The things I do for my ex, Harry thought grumpily as he located the right building and climbed two floors. He’d had no intentions of starting his weekend by visiting a Slytherin lair. And yet here he was, knocking at a white door with a large, brass ‘4’ on it, holding his breath as he wondered which of the two residents of the flat would open the door, Parkinson, Ginny’s current girlfriend, or…Malfoy.
He honestly couldn’t decide which one would be worse.
When there was no answer several seconds later, he knocked again, louder and harder this time.
“I’m fucking coming, goddammit!”
Malfoy.
Harry took a deep breath and braced himself. He hadn’t seen Malfoy since the War. And here he was on a gorgeous Saturday morning knocking on his door so he could collect cramp-relieving potions from his ex girlfriend’s current girlfriend.
The door swung open violently and Harry…blinked.
Malfoy stood there. He was still in his pyjamas. They were pale yellow and very soft looking. Malfoy’s flaxen hair was a complete mess. He had white goop in the corners of both eyes. He had pillow marks on his left cheek. He was barefooted. His Dark Mark had faded to a dull, nearly transparent grey. His mouth was very, very pink.
Harry had not been prepared for this. He felt like he needed sufficient warning to face a sight like this one. He felt giddy and breathless.
A sleep rumpled Draco Malfoy apparently left him mouthing soundlessly like a goldfish while desperately willing his short-circuited brain to work.
Malfoy remained impressively impassive. “Yes?” he said, voice thick with sleep and slightly hoarse.
Harry gurgled in reply.
“I did not catch that,” said Malfoy tonelessly.
“Ginny,” Harry blurted.
Malfoy’s mouth thinned and he raised one, long eyebrow. “From which angle do I resemble Ginevra fucking Weasley?”
Harry had a sudden, wild urge to reach out and swipe his thumb across Malfoy’s full lower lip.
He didn’t though. He just shook his head as though trying to get rid of a buzzing fly and then tried again, clearing his throat first. “Ginny sent me. She said Parkinson has some pain potions for her.”
“So now you’re your ex’s errand boy?” Malfoy asked, with an air of honest interest. “I’m not even surprised, Potter.”
Harry scowled. “Still an arsehole, then?” he said. “Good to know.”
“Of course I still have an arsehole.” Deadpan.
Harry spluttered. “N-no, I meant– I wasn’t talking about your– I meant to call you an–”
The corners of Malfoy’s mouth twitched. “Breathe, Potter,” he drawled. And then suddenly grinned.
Reaching up, Malfoy tousled his hair up some more, his fair hair falling into his sleep-heavy eyes and his mouth wet where he licked his lips and fuck but his pyjama top rode up and was that a fucking pierced navel Malfoy had?!
“Eyes up here, please,” Malfoy said sombrely but Harry thought he looked very smug. He scowled at him again.
“Parkinson has some potions for Ginny, I need those now, thank you,” he rambled.
“Pansy’s out picking up breakfast,” said Malfoy shortly. For a moment, Harry was sure Malfoy was about to slam the door shut on his face. “I do have those potions you need right here, though.” Malfoy reached for a little paper bag on the console table near the door.
Harry accepted the proffered bag. He did not want to leave yet. Malfoy was very, very pretty and Harry was still digesting this realisation.
“I– how do you know these are the ones?” Harry asked, holding up the bag.
“Because Pansy told me she’d leave them here for you to pick up,” Malfoy replied calmly.
“How– how do you know she has the right potions in here?” Harry babbled.
“Because I brewed them.”
Silence.
Harry was sure he now resembled a troll or something. “Oh.”
“Anything else I can help you with, Potter?” Malfoy asked, smiling.
Smiling.
Just ask him out, screamed a rather crazed voice in his head. Just ask him out to coffee.
He’s going to laugh in your face and then write to the Prophet if you do that, said a different voice.
Just kiss him, said a third voice, sounding decidedly hysterical.
Coffee, screamed the first voice.
Lifelong embarrassment, bellowed the second.
Grab his arse, shrieked the third voice.
“Potter?”
“Grab your coffee!” shouted Harry.
Malfoy looked completely flummoxed. “Huh?”
Fuck!
“Gotta go!” heaved Harry and turning around, clattered down the stairs at top speed.
He was almost at the ground floor when–
“Potter!”
Harry looked up and saw Malfoy’s head sticking out over the bannister. He was grinning.
“Coffee sounds good,” Malfoy called and Harry missed a step and stumbled down, arms flailing wildly as be caught his balance.
“Oh?” he called up and Malfoy nodded, still grinning. Harry grinned back. “Five PM?” he asked and Malfoy nodded again.
“You can totally grab my…coffee then, Potter,” he said wickedly. And then his head disappeared and Harry heard the door close and had to focus very hard on breathing.
I’m smiling so big right now
going through my reblogs and I reread this forgetting what it was and I was smiling so big only to realize I reblogged this probably a year or two ago with the exact same reaction?
The funniest thing about biphobia is that when it's directed towards men it's just homophobia and when it's directed towards women it's just misogyny. But the woke kind so it's actually okay
Oh you're definitely one of the "woke kind" of misogynists.
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Are we seriously going to double back to believing in cooties? Please say no.
i think that a lot of the fandom mischaracterises hijacked!peeta and it low key bugs me
because he isn't a single-minded murderer or filled with bloodlust - he's terrified
like a wounded animal, he lashes out at katniss because of how much he fears her; his mind has been so utterly warped that he can't see an escape other than through violence. he's convinced she's going to torture him, so he wants to stop her
which is why i think the idea that he hurts her post-mockingjay isn't a fair assumption; by this point, he's recovered enough that he is no longer violent. even in the capitol, his final descriptive relapse shows him punishing himself before he's willing to lay a hand on katniss
while he'll obviously never fully recover, his reported periods of relapse (grabbing the back of chairs and the like) are drawn from terror, previously aimed at katniss and later at himself as he gains back functionality
he was never warped into a mutt, or stripped of his personhood, or turned into a sadist. he was just made to fear everyone and everything - primarily katniss, which then manifested as a fear of himself.
yo does anyone else feel CONSTANTLY guilty? like you’ve always done something wrong but you don’t know what it is?
Yes, and I’ve spoken to my therapist about it, who offered an explanation:
She says that people who from a young age were made to feel like they kept doing things wrong - people who’s parents had impossibly high standards for them, people who were bullied, people who have special needs, people who didn’t develop crushes on the “right” people, people who didn’t act like the “right” gender - basically ended up being made to feel guilty so much that guilt became their default response to everything. Guilt became the emotional response to anything which the person didn’t already have a set emotion for.
People for whom guilt is the default emotional response are also more likely to have low self-esteem, doubt their own experiences, and experience impostor syndrome. So, watch out for that too guys
Unlearning this is a bitch
It is indeed a bitch, but it CAN be done and it is SO worth it.
added to the miles-long list of things to work on with my therapist LOL
Dance the night away
It's the first time I draw Drarry, I think I didn't do too bad.
Got very inspired by this picture, had to make it Drarry.
sirius: i’m sorry for breaking your glasses :(
james: it’s okay, i’ve seen enough.
his smile is like the sun
the question came to mind of "in your ship, how might the larger/stronger party pick up or carry the smaller one?" and these were the answers i came to
heartbreaking: local thing has to leave the house even though it is so tired and sleepy and full of joint pain
touch starved harry and practiced casualness draco is nailed, taped, stapled, laminated, into my brain.
scene from: 9-1/2 Days by magpie_fngirl!
This is incredible! Perfect art for one of my fave scenes from this brilliant work. Have you seen this @magpiefngrl ? ❤️
I’ve had this tumblr for forever and have never made time to get to know anyone on here!!! I want mutuals I can talk to and get to know!
here’s a lil about me:
- I’m 23
- she/her
- live in the midwest of the US
- I have a chronic illness
- my cat is my son
- my account is mostly HP, but I also use it for ATLA, THG, and PJO
- I hate J.K. Rowling and haven’t read the original series in years but I read HP fanfic all of the time. my fav ships are Drarry, Wolfstar, my mood changes on Jily and Jegulus all of the time, Linny, Pansmione (but Romione hits as a side pairing)
why can’t I think of anything else