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Some nights, Parvati wondered how am I supposed to do this?

“I will be brave,” she’d whisper. By the time she woke up in the morning, her pillow would have dried.

This is bravery. Sometimes just breathing is bravery. Remembering them. Never give up. Never give them up. 

Parvati was so much more than brave, but this was where she started, this is where she would always start. She gave herself a place to stand: trampled, solid ground at the very center of her. 

I will be brave. 

So let’s talk about bravery. Let’s talk about the girl crying outside the closed door of the Room of Requirement because she is not sure she wants to know what she needs, because she is not sure she deserves to need things.

Let’s talk about ownership. Lavender painting on her face in wartime, Padma painting every space she’s ever lived in, every space but her own skin.

Let’s talk about phoenixes, about fires you cannot put out: reborn, slain, reborn, but the same bird. Phoenix tears heal—their tears. Let’s talk about how the thing that transforms death into something more is grief.

- from “silly: in defense of parvati patil (in memory of lavender brown)” (Ao3)

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I'll be back to posting regularly by the new year

Apparently it's an annual thing now? Turns out my new phone makes my life harder when it comes to snipping and formatting quotes.

Anyways, I'll see you guys before the new year, (even if I'm silently crying from all the formatting work)

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It’s strange to see his expressive face so blank and smoothed out. Some part of him thought Jason would be making faces even his sleep. As if reading his mind  Jason’s brows draw together a little, a line creasing between them, and his bottom lip rolls out a farther into a definite pout.  Tim covers his huff of laughter with a hand over his mouth.

The Many Deaths of Jason Todd

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When Potter finally does show, Draco sees him first from his bedroom window which looks down onto the street. He’s carrying way too many bags for one person, and certainly way too many for a wizard – any other would’ve shrunk the items and fit them into one bag or even their pocket for Merlin’s sake. But not Potter. Draco feels sorry for the bastard and hurries down to meet him, with only a fleeting concern of how eager he might look in the process. When he opens the door to Potter juggling his bags, clearly trying to work out a way to knock without any hands, Draco is rewarded with a dazzling smile. Yes, that might explain his excitement.

A week of somewhat forced but not completely unpleasant dinner dates with Harry Potter. A story by Draco L Malfoy.

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[Image description: drawing of two dragons (one blue and one purple) cuddling next to a caption that says “It’s awesome that we’re awesome and we’re awesome together.” in handwritten black text.] I added a new goal to my patreon.

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“So what happened?” Tim replies with one word, “Sewers.” Jason’s mouth pulls to one side, “Sounds like a shit night.” “And I thought bad puns were Dick’s specialty.”

The Many Deaths of Jason Todd

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Asking for help isn’t a bad thing.

A week of somewhat forced but not completely unpleasant dinner dates with Harry Potter. A story by Draco L Malfoy.

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[Image description: drawing of a blue and brown giraffe saying “There is so much happiness and success in your future. It’s going to be great.” in a purple speech bubble.]

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“It’s never easy, knowing the ones we love are in peril. I’m not sure there is a way to deal with it Master Timothy. I will never be unmoved when I have to stitch one of you up in this room, but after all the years I’ve served Master Bruce in his endeavors I have merely come to accept it over time. I find to keep myself from envisioning all the ways things could go wrong, it helps instead to preoccupy myself in all the ways I can help. I devote my attention to what I can do to keep you all safe and happy when it is within my ability. And a warm cuppa doesn’t hurt either,” the old man adds with a twinkle in his British eye.

The Many Deaths of Jason Todd

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“I’m sorry for –“ Draco thinks of all the things he had send to his mother that last time he saw her. The yelling. The screaming. All because she had told him what he couldn’t bear to see himself.

A week of somewhat forced but not completely unpleasant dinner dates with Harry Potter. A story by Draco L Malfoy.

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The Dora Milaje knew the challenges ahead when they left Wakanda and joined the rest of the world, not only the physical ones but the societal ones. Conventional gender roles still bound women across the globe, and they found themselves irritated and confused by these bizarre double-standards. Men either flirted with them outrageously or shunned them coldly, both acts likely associated with their threatened masculinity. Tony did neither, always greeting them kindly and offering compliments ranging from their looks to their abilities. Tony treated the Dora Milaje as any Wakandans would, and in return, they treated him as they would any Wakandan.

I’ve Been Waiting to Smile

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Get some sleep (sleep is important)

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[Image description: Drawing of a white rabbit saying “Keep dreaming and keep doing the necessary work to make those dreams come true.”]

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“Perhaps the next time you visit, you can bring your other creations? Maybe this DUM-E you spoke of?” T'Challa asked gently. “I’d like to meet those who are important to you.” “I’d like that too.” Tony smiled, awkwardness from the rare emotional display fading with the change of topic. “Though I have to warn you to hide all your breakables because DUM-E is why I can’t have nice thing.” “I’m not nice?” T'Challa affected an air of wounded sadness. “You’re not a thing.” Tony corrected quickly, turning faintly pink as he added. “But you are nice.” T'Challa hummed happily, pleased at the small step they’d both taken forward in this dance between them. There were other obstacles to be addressed before proper courting could take place, but they were considered trivial now that he knew Tony returned his feelings. It made him feel invincible and properly motivated to tackle the issue at hand. As such, T'Challa did not take Tony’s advice regarding DUM-E’s, unintentionally, destructive powers seriously, though he definitely should have. Because when DUM-E visited, T'Challa found himself with multiple sets of incomplete stemware and no one to blame but himself.

I’ve Been Waiting to Smile

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He’s not sure who even allows Minami-kun to leave his house in the first place. He’s not sure who allows him to leave Yu-topia. If his family actually loved him, they’d lock him in a storage room and feed him katsudon until he’s too big to fit through the door.

Night is Young and the Music’s High

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Usually, he is all for watching Tim make an idiot out of himself, but there’s embarrassment and then there’s humiliation, and Jason maybe isn’t a good person, but he’s not cruel. Unless someone deserves it.

The Many Deaths of Jason Todd

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Draco leans up from the hospital bed, feeling stronger already. He’d like to be a romantic and say its thanks to Harry’s presence but that would do a disservice to the St Mungo’s staff who’ve been looking after him all day, to the nutrients they’ve ensured reach his stomach and refuel his body (although he’s still trying not to think too much on exactly what they put inside of him), and to the progress Draco’s made in simply accepting help from others. It’s not Harry’s presence at all. And maybe that’s more romantic. He doesn’t need Harry. But he wants him. By merlin, he wants him. So he cuts off Harry’s green apple rant – he’s now going on about Green Apple sorbet – with a soft kiss on the lips.

A week of somewhat forced but not completely unpleasant dinner dates with Harry Potter. A story by Draco L Malfoy.