Feb 5, 2025
I already had a thing for Liv Tyler prior to watching the LOTR Trilogy. Seeing her as Arwen intensified said THING...immensely!
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I already had a thing for Liv Tyler prior to watching the LOTR Trilogy. Seeing her as Arwen intensified said THING...immensely!
before the wedding, Silas fretted about the invitations and Celeste showed a bridezilla moment to one of the guests.
@staff yall do know that if this ban on adult content goes through, there will be a max exodus of tumblr users right??
I was going back through my photos on my phone and found these screenshots from last october - the beginning thoughts of DTTS!! Not sure how many of you know this, but it basically started from me reading a (really rapey and uncomfortable) sirimione marriage law, and thinking "damn - how often does this trope get subverted??" anyways, this is also a fun look into my planning process which is to say I don't really have one - I had a base idea (including the major reveal there re: how the pairs were chosen, spoilered out for those of you who maybe haven't finished yet!) and, well, that was kind of it. and look how far we've come!! ❤️❤️❤️ also big shoutouts to my group chat @nymphadoraholtzmann & @theskiddlyboop who were both like "YES YOU SHOULD DO THIS THING"
My head, neck, shoulders and arms hurt 😩
The headache is from caffeine withdrawal.
The body aches are from trying prevent my grandma from falling yesterday.
The neck pain has flared up out of nowhere bc chronic pain be like that 😭
Don’t Take This Sinner: Chapter 19 - Puzzle Pieces
A/N: Can anyone believe I’m at chapter NINETEEN?!??!??! Love to my betas @nymphadoraholtzmann and @theskiddlyboop. This week: questions, joke shops, and finally - some answers.
Summary: Hermione Granger couldn’t help but think that no matter how difficult they had all figured rebuilding their society would be, no one was expecting anything quite like this. It was another stark reminder that just when things were finally starting to level out, they would never truly have peace and stability. Her entire life in the magical world had been full of shocks and stumbles, and this one seemed like the biggest of them all.
A post-war Dramione marriage law fic… with a twist!
(chapter index) (this chapter on ao3) (my other writing) (enter my giveaway!)
While things had gotten slightly more awkward with Harry, the next few weeks flew by in a wonderful blur of late nights with Draco and long conversations on the rooftop patio. The four of them got together more, now that Ginny had slowed down again for a mid-season break, and when both couples disappeared into their respective rooms it felt more like they were just roommates with partners, rather than two halves of the same affair.
Except the problem was that they were doing something that was not only morally frowned upon, but also illegal. Considering that the entire law was based on marriage and procreation with a Ministry Approved spouse, Hermione could only imagine what would happen if someone were to get pregnant with a person of their own choosing. While she wasn’t entirely sure what type of person could throw a new mother in Azkaban, she was starting to have very little faith in the Ministry as a whole these days.
One night, lying besides Draco, content and satisfied, Hermione was hit with a rush of emotions thinking about the fact that their entire relationship, despite their love, was nothing but a lie in so many ways. Although she tried to contain it, a tear slid down her cheek and landed on Draco’s chest and he reacted almost immediately.
“Hey,” he mumbled, shifting a little and trying to get a look at her face. “You alright?”
Hermione sniffed and lifted a hand to brush at her cheek. “Mm. Yes, of course. Just fine.”
If he wasn’t rolling his eyes, she’d give up her signed edition of Hogwarts: A History. “Mmm, yes, of course. You’re just crying because there’s dust in the air.”
Even though he was quite obviously being sarcastic, Hermione nodded. “That’s it. Dust.”
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Don’t Take This Sinner: Chapter 18 - Madness
A/N: Fun fact: the back up title for this story was ‘Madness in Love, Reason in Madness’ - my betas (@nymphadoraholtzmann and @theskiddlyboop) voted for Don’t Take This Sinner - as always, I think they were right. Not much to report this week... I got a job! Hooray! It’s nothing exciting but what IS exciting is money. This week: redemption, flowers, hilarity.
Summary: Hermione Granger couldn’t help but think that no matter how difficult they had all figured rebuilding their society would be, no one was expecting anything quite like this. It was another stark reminder that just when things were finally starting to level out, they would never truly have peace and stability. Her entire life in the magical world had been full of shocks and stumbles, and this one seemed like the biggest of them all.
A post-war Dramione marriage law fic… with a twist!
(chapter index) (this chapter on ao3) (my other writing)
Even though they had basically ended whatever the hell you could call it that they were doing, some small part of Hermione expected him to walk through her floo that night like nothing had happened. She sat in bed and tried to read her latest book and looked up every time she heard a noise in the house, as if he would be standing there. She knew, knew, that it was ridiculous, but her stomach was wrapped in knots and her heart ached and she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.
Hermione hated being ridiculous.
Somehow, he had twisted himself into her life, grown over her like moss and the thought of moving forward without him left her feeling empty and naked and vulnerable. Hermione had never understood it, why people were broken hearted after breakups. When she’d ended things with Ron she’d been sad, of course, but it felt more like surface level sadness. If that was a scrape, this was a wound, deep and pulsing and painful. And no matter how hard she tried to pretend that no, this was fine, it was better this way, she couldn’t seem to stop the pain and when she finally fell asleep, it was curled up to her pillow with tears leaking out of her eyes.
Saturday was not much better. Hermione felt useless all day. She tried to read, and read the same line over and over. She tried to work on her proposal, but it made her feel angry and useless. She’d considered floo-ing Ginny or Luna to have lunch, but if she called the manor she may get him, and she didn’t think she wanted to deal with Pansy Parkinson’s wrath if she called Luna.
Not to mention that by Saturday she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he might start drinking again. If he was really only staying sober for her, then he would have no reason to anymore. And that hurt, because even if she wasn’t - couldn’t be - with him, she also didn’t want him to drink himself to death. She hated that even though rationally she had decided it was over, he seemed to have carved a spot out in her heart and was stubbornly refusing to move.
Saturday night felt much like Friday. Harry had been a little worried about her, but she had lied and said she was coming down with a cold and gone to bed early. Eventually, she forced herself to roll over in bed so she couldn’t see the fireplace and stared instead at the book she had fallen asleep next to, deciding that even if all she read was one page a hundred times it was better than staring at the floo.
When her floo whooshed to life, she nearly leapt out of the bed. Luckily, she managed to contain herself to only sit up and turn in the direction of it. Draco was standing in her sitting area, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her heart caught in her throat and she tried to swallow it back down and failed spectacularly. There was something about him, some vulnerability in the way he was holding himself, his hair slightly askew, sleeves of his green sweater pushed up around his elbows, and a bouquet full of white tulips and purple hyacinth and sweet-briar and more that she could not identify from her position on the bed.
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Don’t Take This Sinner: Chapter 13 - Second Chance
A/N: A little late today, my bad! Love as always to my betas, @nymphadoraholtzmann and @theskiddlyboop!!! This week: winter activities, dining room activities, and a heavy conversation or two.
Summary: Hermione Granger couldn’t help but think that no matter how difficult they had all figured rebuilding their society would be, no one was expecting anything quite like this. It was another stark reminder that just when things were finally starting to level out, they would never truly have peace and stability. Her entire life in the magical world had been full of shocks and stumbles, and this one seemed like the biggest of them all.
A post-war Dramione marriage law fic… with a twist!
(chapter index) (this chapter on ao3) (my other fics)
“Ginny wants to go ice skating.”
They were two weeks into January and Hermione had just curled up in her favourite armchair, wrapped herself up with her favourite blanket, and propped open her favourite book. It was Saturday, and she had glorious plans to spend the day reading, drinking tea, and certainly not thinking about a specific blonde man. The problem, of course, was that every time she thought of him she thought of the mark, and then him kissing her on New Year’s, and she was still struggling to reconcile the two images in her mind, despite the fact that she had already mentally forgiven him.
Harry was leaning in the doorway of the library, batting his eyelashes up at her.
“Today?” Hermione asked, trying to keep her tone light and hide the disappointment of a potentially lost afternoon of solitude.
Harry nodded. “Yeah. Ginny has a game tomorrow, so she can’t then, and she’s worried the little bit of ice we have is going to melt. She even had Bilby cast an extra charm over the pond to keep it frozen, but that likely won’t hold for more than a day.”
Hermione sighed, looking wistfully back at her book. “And I suppose I’m needed to come, in case anyone sees us, to continue the pretense that this is nothing more than two couples enjoying each other’s company.”
“If, yeah, if you wouldn’t mind.” Harry nodded as he spoke and Hermione sighed. She wanted to tell him no - that she had big plans to do very little - but the sting of guilt in her stomach stopped her. All she had wanted, when she was fighting Voldemort, was for Harry to have a normal, happy life. For him to survive the war, marry his girlfriend, have beautiful babies. To be happy. And even though it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help but feel that she was an obstacle to that happiness.
“Alright. Let me just grab my coat.”
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