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@zuko-the-firelord
the terrors of the past don’t stop
is this like one of those rubber bands they put on lobsters so they don’t pinch you
For the people confused in the notes, there a was a trend in the 00s of rubber bracelets in different colors for all a sorts of things (events, charities, or just fashion) that was started by the livestrong bracelets. You’d go outside and frequently see someone wearing one of these bad boys
oh my god the kids don’t know about the livestrong bracelets
Let's Go On A Life Changing Field Trip With Zuko turned 12 today!
31 days: 🍅 - Will you marry me? - ☀ -Yes! -
SasuHina in the Taisho era 💛
01/08/2023
So the James Webb telescope just took a picture of a galaxy that is 29 million light years away.
If that wasn't cool enough NASA decided to peel away all the cosmic dust in order to see the bones of the Galaxy itself.
AND IT'S BREATHTAKING
Day 29 | "If God made it a Sin to love you, I would be beyond saving"
I drew the cover, I'm going to give the Author ff Name: "Как сжечь ведьму. Пособие для начинающих"
29.07.2023
here’s the thing about adulthood-
you will go for like three months with nothing happening and you’re bored as hell and then in the span of two weeks eight different things happen at once - some fantastic and some shitty and some just plain bonkers - and you’re just running around like a chicken with your head cut off and no clue what the fuck is going on
" one fabulous kiss and we're good "
why did the weed man heart react to my text
Day 18_
I imagined lawyer bf & kindergarten teacher gf's morning routine... <3 Simple life happy life :)
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_ 2023/7/22 _ 10:21
Some of my favourite behind the scenes photos from the making of the prequel trilogy.
BONUS:
The marriage law was announced at 2pm on a Tuesday.
By 2:15 Hermione had already drafted a motion to dismiss the law entirely. It was a good motion, too. If she’d sent a copy to Ron, he would’ve replied with: wow! lots of words! good stuff!
At 2:17 her motion was denied.
“It’s best to just accept defeat.” Malfoy said from his side of the office, bookshelves neat, papers all stacked in order. “You won’t win this one.”
“I’m not in the habit of giving up.” Hermione snapped. Her side of the office was cluttered, less pristine. Her bookshelf had a nasty habit of overflowing all over the floor, stacks of books balancing precariously on every surface. “A fire hazard.” Malfoy had sneered at her once, “Breaking several codes.”
“Hm.” Malfoy said, “I hadn’t noticed.” He was smiling softly, like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. Waiting, almost patiently for her to smile. Stupid man with his stupid grin, Hermione wanted to throw a book at his head.
“This is archaic.” Hermione hissed. “The Ministry has gone too far. They can't force us to marry anyone.”
Even as she spoke, a squirming feeling of doubt was beginning to take root in her chest — being friends with Harry came with many things. Companionship and love, but it also came with a healthy distrust of the government (like a free gift basket! but terrible one).
Malfoy ignored her complaints. "Marriage Acts aren't as mid-evil as you're making them out to be." He said, with that annoying voice he used when he knew he was right about something, "They serve a purpose."
"A purpose?" Hermione could practically feel the beginnings of an aneurysm. A fitting death, slumped over her desk, surrounded by unfinished documents and discovered by Draco Malfoy, "Are you actually defending this?"
She would have to find a new partner. A new office, one where he wasn't constantly surrounding her, swimming on the edge of her peripheral vision. Maybe Dean Thomas would let her set up a current workplace in his records closet, he was always bragging about how it was big enough for him to take naps in during work —
"No." Malfoy said, somehow even more amused now, "I don't support it."
"Oh." Hermione said, very eloquently, "That's good."
"But," Malfoy continued, still distinctly unruffled while Hermione was very ruffled, "Most people will be unfazed. It's a Pure-Blood tradition. My parents have always planned to arrange a marriage contract.” Malfoy shrugged, “It’s not absolutely unheard of.”
“Well," Hermione said, out of breath from all the pacing she was doing, "Your parents are terrible.”
“Of course.” Malfoy said, like it was obvious. “They would never allow me the opportunity to sully the Malfoy name. Producing the correct heir is the only thing I’ll ever be good at.”
Hermione frowned. “Hearing about your family isn’t good for our working relationship. It makes me feel bad for you.”
“We can’t have that.” Malfoy said.
“No,” she agreed with a sigh, “we can’t have that.”
“So, tell me Granger. What is your plan?” His grin became less self indulgent, more fake. “You’ll have to marry someone. It'll undoubtably be the event of the season — have a fiancé you’ve been hiding from me?”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Do you think I could hide anything from you?”
Malfoy knew when she changed the scent of her shampoo, when she switched up her coffee order — he even knew if she was sleeping less than usual. It was impossibly annoying to be around someone so observant, someone so intent on cataloguing her every move.
"If I had a secret fiancé, which I don't, I'm confident that you're competent enough to have sniffed him out by now."
Malfoy responding grin was slow and syrupy. "You think I'm competent?"
“Piss off, Malfoy.”
“Is he shorter than me? Is that it? Didn’t want to introduce us because you knew he’d feel bad?”
“You’re taller than everyone.” Hermione said, annoyed, again, “You would obviously be taller than my imaginary fiancé. You’re like an angelic giraffe.”
“You think I’m angelic?”
“No.”
"Two compliments on top of each other, are you feeling alright, Granger?"
"Shut up."
At 2:20, Hermione began to clean her side of the office, desperate for an excuse not to talk to Malfoy.
At 2:22, Harry slammed through her door, completely demolishing the (very little) progress Hermione had made in cleaning up her side of the office.
“I’ll marry you.” Harry said, slightly out of breath, like he’d sprinted all the way to her office, “Do you think we can kiss without making a face? We’ll have to practice.”
“I’m not marrying you.” Hermione said from the floor behind her desk, “You are engaged to Theo.” She was laying on her back with a book covering her face, feeling rightfully sorry for herself.
“Theo won’t mind.” Harry said in the voice he reserved for whenever he wanted people to listen to him (i am harry potter! and i did not spill mustard on the couch! you have to believe me, i saved the world!) “It will be quick. I can get us rings before the day is over.”
"No." Hermione said, still on the floor, "I've gone along with enough of your stupid ideas. This is too much."
Because, despite it all, Harry would do this. Without hesitation, blind loyalty and unwavering determination — Harry would marry her and be pleased with his choices. He was lovely, but at times, Harry could be a misguided idiot.
"This is where you draw the line?" Malfoy hummed, "Interesting to catch a glimpse into the inner workings of your mind."
Finally scrambling to her feet (after a few more seconds of wallowing) Hermione was horrified to find a familiar look on Harry's face — one that promised something stupid.
"I'll figure it out. " Harry said, with a shrug that reminded Hermione of their childhood (occidentally, the stress headache she was feeling also reminded her of their childhood). He pointed a stoic finger at her. "Don't make a face when I kiss you."
Then, he left.
“Theo wouldn’t mind,” Malfoy said in a helpful voice, “He’d probably marry you as well. Would it be Granger-Potter-Nott? Or Granger-Nott-Potter? Better figure that out soon. Potter seems eager to find those rings.”
Hermione threw a book at his head.
Malfoy caught it with ease, his stupid Quidditch hands.
“I have an idea,” Malfoy said after a moment.
Hermione ignored him. “There has to be a way out of this.” She was pacing again, sensible shoes kicked off to the corner (where she’d undoubtedly forget them) “I could write another motion? A longer one this time. With more quotes.”
“Marry me instead.”
Hermione stopped pacing. “Excuse me?”
“I’m your best option.”
“I have many options —
“Weasley already tricked someone into marrying him and Potter is engaged to my only friend.” He frowned, in a mocking sort of way. “Did I leave anyone out?”
“No.” Hermione said flatly. “You didn’t.”
“Alright then. Marry me.”
“Hah.” She said, “Hah. I take back everything I’ve ever said about you. Malfoy, you are funny.”
“I’m being serious.” He said, looking annoyed. Fantastic, they were both annoyed. Like they always were.
“We can get married before the law passes and then you can do what you do best.” Malfoy continued, like that was a totally normal thing to say.
“Which is?” Without her shoes, the height difference was unbearably noticeable. She had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. At some point he'd stopped being a willowy wraith of a person and began the unfortunate process of filling out.
He didn’t look away. “Destroy everyone’s expectations and free the downtrodden.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “What would you get out of this arrangement?”
Malfoy shrugged, too practiced to be nonchalant. “I’d be married to a war hero. It would do wonders for my reputation.”
“And you would be married to me.” Hermione said, beginning to feel like this was getting too real, “We both know that would never happen.”
“Never?”
“Never.” She agreed.
He wasn’t smiling that lazy smile from before, this one was different. Sharper. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Besides,” Hermione continued on loudly, “you’re no gentleman. No need to pretend. I don’t need saving, I’ll figure this out myself.”
“You don’t need to.” Malfoy said, “I will help. I want to fuck over the Ministry for many reasons, but mainly because they declined your motion.”
He was on her side of the office now, leaning casually against her desk, inches away from where she stood. He was too pretty up close, like staring at the sun.
“It was very good.” Hermione breathed.
Malfoy nodded, almost too good at pretending to be sincere.
“I’m sure it was good. You touched it. Everything you touch is golden.”
“You truly want to help me?”
“I’ve only offered several times.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “All to fuck over the Ministry? No other reason?”
“Maybe I want you all to myself.”
Hermione's eye twitched.
"Don't tease me." She managed to hiss. "Not about this."
She saw when he realized, a flicker of excitement in his eyes — when he noticed her apparent misery at how completely and helplessly she was drawn to him.
"I'd never dream of it." Malfoy said warmly, "You could kill me with ease, only an idiot would be careless around you."
She thought of all the long nights they spent together, crammed in their tiny little office. How she looked forward to her day, if only to see his stupidly pointy face. How she tried to date, but couldn’t. Because it wasn’t right — her dates were too kind, too short.
Not him.
How, through everything, he was the first person she thought of in the morning, the person she thought of in the darkness of the night, when no one could see her wandering hands — the person she looked at for a challenge, for relief and support.
Despite her best attempts, Hermione Granger had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy and now, here he was, seeming to share in her suffering.
“We’d have to consummate the marriage.” She said, giving him one last out. “You’d have to see me naked.”
“I’m sure I’ll survive.”
“I’m very bossy,” she said, “and I work all the time.”
“Good thing we share an office.”
“I’m not easy to love.”
Malfoy scoffed. “It’s been easy enough for me.”
He was close enough to touch, so uncharacteristically open. Looking down at her with fondness she didn’t know he possessed.
“I’m selfish.” Malfoy warned, “Do not forget that. I will help you destroy this law and anything else you want. Burn it all down if you want to. But I won’t be letting you go. Not now, after I've gotten you."
“I suppose that’s fine.” Hermione said softly, watching as his hand moved to touch her face, warm against her skin. "It'll be bearable to be around you, I suppose."
As he held her face in his hands, Hermione watched as his grin transform into something different, something new — a smile she'd only seen glimpses of, one only for her. "I'll work very hard to make our marriage a tolerable one." He said.
"Good," Hermione breathed, stretching up to kiss him, to finally press her lips against his, "I can't wait."
Hermione was married at 3pm on a Tuesday.
It was a small ceremony.
Harry, although he'd never publicly admit it, was relieved.
Despite his best attempts, he would've made a face when Hermione had kissed him.
I know there are many more to share, but we'd have to fill a huge library.
A trio of lady misfits taking on society by storm.
Luna Lovegood, the only daughter of a country squire. Gently bred and a country lady at heart. Highly intelligent but usually underestimated bc of her gentle demeanor. Wishes nothing but to own a farm for her animals and live her life as a spinster. Except Theodore Nott sees her across the ballroom and decides he must have her.
Lady Pansy Parkinson is judgmental and snobbish, everything a high society lady is expected to be. Except that no gentleman is offering for her because of her family’s dire financial straits and horrible reputation. Then she meets Sir Neville, a kind baron who prefers his country greenhouse to London, and learns not everything is about rank and influence. Hermione Granger is a societal menace. The crazy lady handing out Women’s Rights pamphlets in the middle of Piccadilly and Bond street? It’s her. A gentle woman by blood but a bluestocking through and through. Her goal in life? Confront and convince the Earl of Wiltshire, Draco Malfoy, one of the most influential peers in the realm, to represent her cause in the parliament. I’m in an HR mood so here’s a Victorian AU for these girlies.
8 second unbreakable vow 💀
the incomparable incendiosketches (twitter / instagram) made this incredible art for the ukranian translation (by artsash) of season pass (to this ass) and it is everything to me.
sharing here with permission because it is a moral imperative that everyone sees draco's biceps and hermione's ass. you're welcome, world.
i can't get over how much silly joy this fic has brought me (and, inexplicably, so many other people) and now this art has taken it to a whole new level.
Manacled, Draco. 🐍
🎨 by: artworks_by_rokii on IG
