Jul 6, 2017
We often assume that monsters come in the shapes of men, as if men have a monopoly on murder.
monsters and men; 01 | t.m
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We often assume that monsters come in the shapes of men, as if men have a monopoly on murder.
monsters and men; 01 | t.m
her words were like honey: each sickly sweet syllable stuck to my skin. her lips were like morphine: one touch and my body went numb. she was a chemical madness, an intoxicating beauty, too sweet to resist but too deadly to succumb to; and with each kiss that we shared i felt myself falling further and further until there was none of me left, only glimmers and glimpses like stars in her endless sky.
you'll need a map to find me now
“We won the war,” they say.
Harry isn’t inclined to agree. How can they say that when former Death Eaters are still being persecuted, when their children are being outcasted for something out of their control?
He sees Draco Malfoy’s child, Scorpius, sitting in the front of the class, keeping to himself, and feels his heart break. He hears the jibes that the other students, his own students, throws at the poor boy, and it makes him angry. A punishment is enough for the offenders, he thinks, because they’re still young. They have time to learn. The parents, he knows, are the ones who won’t change. He sees it in their eyes, the way a haunted expression washes over and clouds their judgment. It’s frustrating to see that all his efforts didn’t change anything at all.
“I didn’t fight a war for this,” he wants to scream, “I didn’t risk my life just for another group to be discriminated against.”
“Why didn’t you marry Ginny?” they ask.
Harry’s tired of people asking. Molly’s a lovely person, the mother figure that he never had, but she doesn’t understand. Marriage wasn’t the answer, not at the time. He would wake up in the middle of the night screaming in terror. He would flinch at the sight of a wand pointed at him, whether it is with good intentions or not, and would have to fight the urge to draw his own wand. His eyes would dart around a place, searching for exits, even if he knew it to be safe. For a time, his hand never strayed far from his holster, fingertips always in contact touch with the wand in case of an attack.
Harry knew that he wasn’t stable, that he needed time, time alone, to heal his scars (if they ever did heal). Ginny wasn’t happy about that, not understanding his exact struggle, and thus they had to separate.
“I was broken,” he whispers softly, “I am broken. Can’t you see?”
“How can you forgive him?” they wonder.
Harry just does. Draco had apologized and offered to repay a Life-Debt, but Harry refuses. The past is in the past and there’s no use in dwelling on it. Draco had been young and he made all the wrong choices. Harry wasn’t going to fault him for doing what he thought was right. He’s just happy that Draco had changed, seeing the error in his ways.
It did, however, come as a surprise when Draco came to him after his classes had ended with flowers in hand. They had been talking more and more with Draco constantly checking up on Scorpius. It’s cute, Harry thinks, but he keeps that to himself.
“To apologize again?” Harry asks bemusedly. Draco hasn’t sent an apology gift in a while, but he couldn’t for the life of him think why Draco would get him flowers.
Draco shakes his head. “No.” His cheeks are dusted a light pink. “To ask you out on a date.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance,” he replies. “And to answer your question, how can I not?”
“You deserve better,” they patronize.
Harry’s response is quick and sweet.
“And, I got it.” He smirks and walks away to where Draco and Scorpius are waiting.
dont let the red eyes scare you
i m s t i l l m e
dont complain about my hollowness
l e t m e b e
Who are people you ship Lee Jordan? What headcanons do you have for them?
lemme tell ya about how much i love Fred x Lee my sweet sweet anon:
- Lee met the twins on his first day at hogwarts.
- at the Gryffindor table right after the sorting Fred and George come and sit on either side of lee and introduce themselves with identical grins and then start with the witty banter (and making fun of percy)
- Lee is sitting there laughing the whole time (and feeling really special that these two larger than life non-stop people have decided that he is gonna be their friend)
- on the first night at Hogwarts they are all super buzzed cause W o W there is a whole freaking castle to explore and because of that there must be a heck load of mischief to get up to
- in their first class they bust in late all three of them: Fred with an (apparently) apologetic grin, George with a terribly repressed smirk, and Lee with a crooked smile
- (this is one of the only times they get away with it because ‘we are so sorry sir we got lost’ can actually be believable when it hasn’t been used every day of the week before)
- within the week Lee can tell the twins apart (finally there was to be no more “haha we gotcha i’m actually Fred”)
- basically their friendship keeps growing and growing as friendships do
- then one day someone asks Lee how he’s so good at telling the twins apart and he stops and thinks for a second cause really he can’t quite put his finger on it
- he tries to explain the subtle differences in appearance to the person inquiring but he’s distracted by how they both ‘feel’ different
- George was like squinted eyes of concentration,and bursts of laughter, and being always prepared to either hug you or kill someone for you
- and Fred was (wow) Fred was just completely different he was fast and passionate talk (that would always make butterflies erupt in Lee’s stomach), and prideful ‘dare me to’ eyes (that always made Lee’s heart lurch), and utter faithfulness, the kind of person you would trust with your life (which Lee obviously would without hesitation)
- and shit... was Lee in love with his best friend? (one of them anyway)
- then later that week in the common room Fred is sitting there staring at Lee’s hands (cause gosh they are gorgeous) and he decides it’s about time that he talks about this mega crush cause it’s eating him alive and cause it’s the Fred Weasley thing to dive head first into everything he says “hey Georgie, ever think you might have kind of a thing for Lee? cause ya know I’d relate.”
- George doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing to respond: “mate, I don’t but I freaking know you do” completely chill about it (even though inside he is screaming ‘FINALLY’ and is super happy cause he knew all of last’s weeks talk about Lee’s love life and offering to find him a quality love interest had perhaps kicked Fred’s sorry ass into a realisation about his feelings)
- at first Fred is all ‘why didn’t you say something?’ and then ‘wait.. George do you think he likes me back?’
- and George finally looks up, sighs the biggest sigh, and fixes Fred with the most deadpan, tired look and says “of freaking course he does and in fact i’m getting bloody sick of the two of you pretending like you’re not utterly head over heels for each other so please, brother dear, for the sake of my sanity - piss off and do something about it.”
- Fred just stares for a moment at George, then summons his courage (cause if he’s gonna ask out Lee it’s gonna be smooth), and walks over to Lee who is trying to actually do his transfiguration homework (and because of that he has to be located a strategic few feet away from the twins)
- Lee sees Fred coming out of the corner of his eye and his stomach erupts (as usual) and he thinks okay today I’m gonna tell him cause I’m damned sick of all of this. He properly looks up from his essay when Fred sits down on the couch beside him and is met with a pointed smirk from the red-head
-”hey Lee, do you think I’m cute?” and Lee is like well this is not what I was expecting (and of course I think you are cute are you crazy?), but frick how do I respond to this, and then he catches a glimpse at George doing frantic miming that seems to heavily involve a heart shape and kissy faces and Lee thinks what the hell (hoping George doesn’t think that it’s some kind of joke)
- “Actually Fred I’ve always thought of you as some one who was more... unbelievably sexy.”
- Fred almost blows his smooth demeanor with a mixture of laughter and shock (and also sheer giddiness cause - Lee! thinks he’s... sexy!?)
- “Wow… um, good, so since we got that cleared up, did you want to maybe go out on a date sometime?”
- and of course Lee says yes
- and of course they celebrate with a kiss (which seriously was worth the wait but also at the same time not at all because as Fred will often point out they had wasted a lot of time not-kissing when they were ‘just friends’)
- and of course after they kiss Fred returns to his twin a little pink in the face with the widest grin and says “Guess what - Lee thinks I’m the better looking twin.”
(and I got fully carried away and could write another entire thing about how they are freaking adorable in a relationship but I shall stop (for now…))
i wish the words ‘i’m over him’ were all you had to say to make this aching beating pain in your chest go away. i wish life wasn’t filled with these shades of grey and just pretending to be okay. i wish friendships were harder to break and boys wouldn’t focus on taking but instead they would give. i wish all that had be to done to make the world spin was to say the word ‘okay’ but instead i just feel myself shake and stumble in. life isn’t made up of pretty pictures. instead all i see are lies and gritty details. then my breathing doesn’t work and the little words they make it worse.
i understand now why people compare heartbreak to a curse-b.g.s
this divinity of mine is shattering. it’s blood-sucking and soul-searching, a painful hell in exchange for a couple of kneeled bodies and
whispered prayers. this divinity of mine is horrifying ------------ it leaves me empty and naked, a raw feeling like my
skin has been turned inside out. and my bones have been left to dry.
-------------- FALSE DIVINITY IS A HELLISH THING . | noel v.
March BOTM!
hey all!
this is a revised version of my blog of the month for March! i’ll be doing these every month because I think they are fun and I get to look at all the amazing blogs that enter! just a few simple rules! please put what you wish to be considered for in the tags.
Rules:
must be following this fred weasley stan reblog this post (likes only count as bookmarks) must get 25 notes or we’ll just pretend it never happened (pls don’t let this flop) deadline to enter is February 28th at 11:59 Central Time.
Four categories to enter:
fred weasley award - best harry potter nymphadora tonks - best multifandom blog lois lane award - best writing athena award - best aesthetics
what i’m looking for:
active & friendly bloggers clean or organized tagging system
other information under the cut: