I heard someone swear “you mother fuck!” over the phone the other day, and all I could think of was this
when its sunday 11pm and u remember u had homework
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I heard someone swear “you mother fuck!” over the phone the other day, and all I could think of was this
when its sunday 11pm and u remember u had homework
i. he’s drinking alone tonight, as he does every night, but something’s different. instead of leaving, he walks straight up to you and holds out a hand. you look at him, arch an eyebrow. ‘come,’ he says, ‘I’ll show you the world as you’ve never seen it before.’ ii. you think you might be in over your head, just a little. you thought he was going to take you up in his plane, for fuck’s sake. who was to know you’d be looking at the world from the earth up? he chuckles a bit, and the sound is deep in his throat. ‘not quite what you were expecting, is it?’ iii. he’s walking ahead and even the way he swings his arms screams of power. not brute force, no, just a will like a stygian blade and a charm like a soothsayer. he stops, asks what you think of the decor. you say you thought he’d have walls decorated with skulls. it’s his turn to arch an eyebrow. ‘would you like yours to be the first?’ iv. you don’t know why you’re in bed with him. you don’t usually do this, but gods, you could drown in those eyes. they make you feel like you’re drowning and invincible all at once. you thought his skin’d be clammy and chilling, but you never expected the fiery heat, never thought you’d respond in the like so quickly. he holds your hands over your head, nips at your neck, doesn’t say anything. your harsh breaths mingle together. you feel like you’ve forgotten something. v. you remember now. this guy has a bloody wife, and she’s standing in the doorway, hand on hip, smelling strongly of frangipani. wildly, you think of how to the chinese that scent means death. you look to him for help but he’s already up, arms outstretched. ‘I was just thinking about you. darling.’ vi. sorry, he says, you’re his first in over a thousand years, probably the last for another thousand. they kiss. you look at her over his shoulder and her eyes are laughing wildly. I win, they’re saying. he tightens his arms around her. you lose.
HADES, Venetta O. (prompt by asterrias)
draco malfoy head cannon time GO
draco malfoy is the biggest, most earnest nerdlord and a huge embarrassment (he takes after his father).
the slytherin kids used to go to pansy’s house over some summers just to get away from their parents and the parkinson’s weren’t home a lot anyway, so it would be the five or six of them (sometimes millicent came, sometimes not) just living together for a couple weeks, and blaise and pansy never lifted a finger to do anything of course and technically there was a house elf there, but this is how draco learned to cook a little: vincent and greg making noise about being hungry and the house elf busy doing laundry or something more pressing, and draco wandering into the kitchen and trying to whip up something for them (blaise and pansy make droll little jokes from the couch and vincent keeps sticking his finger in the mix to try it and burning himself, and greg just says “more salt” even though there’s a ton of salt in it and he hasnt even tasted it yet) and in the end draco can make soup and pasta and he kind of likes cooking (dont tell anyone)
i know jkr said draco doesnt have happy memories to conjure a patronus but i’m pretty sure its just because his patronus is super embarrassing like, a pomeranian or a fucking swan or something equally dramatic and attention-seeking
draco has very long fingers and very cold hands but they’re perfect for: playing piano (he likes to play it in the empty manor); folding origami (greg likes to keep them when draco’s done); eating everything with a knife and fork (even finger foods, even pizza, even sandwiches, calm down draco); making potions; clasping his mother’s necklace around her neck
actually draco really used to love helping his mother get ready for events as a child. he liked watching her put powder on her cheeks and watching her rogue her lips. he liked watching the diamonds slide against her wrists and helping her button a dress or pin back a stay hair. his mother taught him everything about keeping up appearances and maintaining a certain decorum in public (well she tried to teach him, but draco failed miserably, obviously).
draco really misses vincent after he dies. he knows he wasnt the best person, but they were friends.
draco how are you so cold to the touch all the time when you literally hog all the blankets and bundle up in your pretentious mink-fur lined cloak
draco honestly thinks he’s so good at hiding his emotions, its so cute, and pansy and blaise just let him continue thinking that because its all a big joke like, “oh you were angry at potter today? it was so hard to tell, wow draco you’re so good at keeping that under wraps.”
draco’s known the same people since he was a little kid and he half hates them most of the time but they’re still family, they’re still his friends. it been him and pansy in stuffy ballrooms; him and blaise being tutored together; him and vincent in flying lessons; him and greg getting lectured because they tromped around outside again and got their clothes dirty. he cant escape the fondness for them: the way pansy collects pens and quills, the way greg doesnt hesitate to shove food in his mouth but always leaves the strawberry pastries last in case draco wants one; the way blaise uses scented parchment that stains his fingers with the smell of honey and lavender.
draco has a not-so-secret thing for sweets. he absolutely loves them. positively a fiend for sweets. he manages to control it but it gets passed down to his son and his mother (who so lovingly slapped his hands when he reached for one too many as a child) practically spoon feeds scorpius sweets all the time (its a grandmother thing, the whole “his sugar high isnt my problem” thing). but draco loves candies. he knows where vincent and greg’s stashes are. he knows which ones to pluck out of the chocolate assortment when blaise gets one from an admirer. he knows pansy will fight him on the almond flavors but not the dark chocolate. if hermione granger enchanted some roofied-candies to float in the air of hogwarts halls, draco malfoy would be unconscious in a broomcloset in a heartbeat.
draco malfoy is so embarrassing oh my god
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Ancient Slavs viewed their world as a huge tree, with the treetop and branches representing the heavenly abode of gods and the world of mortals, whilst the roots represented the underworld. And while Perun, seen as a hawk or eagle sitting on a tallest branch of tree, was believed to be ruler of heaven and living world, Veles, seen as a huge serpent coiling around the roots, was ruling the world of dead. This was actually quite a lovely place, described in folk tales as a green and wet world of grassy plains and eternal spring, where various fantastic creatures dwell and the spirits of deceased watch over Veles’ herds of cattle. In more geographical terms, the world of Veles was located, the Slavs believed, “across the sea”, and it was there the migrating birds would fly to every winter. In folk tales this land is called Virey or Iriy. Each year, the god of fertility and vegetation, Jarilo, who also dwelt there during winter, would return from across the sea and bring spring into the world of the living. (x)
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