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“'ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪

𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖”

Obsessed with little domestic moments and I’m not immune from imagining it for Fred and Hermione.

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"ron and hermione are the jily of their era"

"no, ginny and harry are!"

you're ALL wrong, it's FRED AND HERMIONE

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Harry can never make Hermione happy? Are you sure about that, bro?

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prompt: that hurts

They break up in the middle of dinner.

Maybe at a restaurant Granger would have avoided a scene, but because they were staying in, yet again, and because Draco insisted on it, she takes full liberties in unleashing hell upon him.

At one point plastic cutlery and teriyaki-stained wooden chopsticks are airborne. Later, when Draco undresses, he finds a rice noodle in the buttonhole of his blazer. And for the grand finale, shards of his great-aunt’s vase become a mosaic on his foyer floor, once valued at some fifteen thousand galleons. Now, worthless.

She’ll be back, he thinks, quite confidently. He experienced a similar rockiness when he dated Pansy. They broke up and got back together at least every other fortnight.  

A day goes by.

Three, five, ten—and nothing.

Fine, Draco relents, he’ll write to her.

It’s a fine letter. Bottomless black squid ink, proof-read four times, eloquently expressing that he misses her, that he’s sorry they haven’t been together in public places and, if she’s willing to hear him out, he’ll take her out for a proper meal. She can even tip-off the Daily Prophet if it pleases her.

She doesn’t reply.

Draco grows irritable. He begins to resent her a little.

Once, before the war destroyed his reputation, any girl would have been thrilled Draco Malfoy was giving her the time of day. He was good-looking. He was wealthy. His family was connected to top politicians and moguls in the Wizarding World. He was Slytherin’s Seeker. She would have been lucky to date him.

So what, they haven't been out in public after a couple months of dating? That gives her no right to give him the cold shoulder and act like they never knew one another.

To hell with her.

Days pass, and Draco is gutted. Wrecked.

Her absence hurts and hurts and hurts.

He catches himself staring out into space at odd moments. Over a bowl of soggy cereal, trying to remember what her hair smelled like. Peach? Pear? Wiping the same spot on the window for five minutes, knowing it’s Sunday, and somewhere on the other side of town, she must be cleaning her flat too.

He caves and writes to her once more.

This time, with more apologetic and less arrogant undertones.

Radio silence.

He knows she’s receiving them because he prodded gossip out of Blaise who lives with Pansy who bumped into Potter at a party, and Potter drunkenly blurted out that ‘your douchy friend Malfoy’s still trying to win Hermione back. She needs to forget that wanker, if you ask me.’

Well nobody asked you, Potter, thank you very much.

And so Draco spirals a little.

He sends fifty-three bouquets to her office. One for each day they were together. When he hears nothing, he follows it up with fifty-three cauldron cakes. When that proves no bueno, he hires a mariachi band to follow her around the Ministry, singing cheery love ballads. He’s given them express instructions to perform until she visits him.

That should prove he’s more than okay with everyone knowing they’re together. He doesn’t care. All he needs is Granger back. Because-because—

“I miss you,” he says when she Apparates into his office precisely thirty-seven minutes after he unleashed the mariachi band upon her, holding out longer than he expected.

She’s red in the face, shoulders bunched up to her ears, eyes blazing, pointing a finger at his chest. “You are the most infuriating, conceited, over-the-top…”

“I miss you,” he repeats, speaking over her as he rounds the desk to meet her on the opposite side.

“…PRAT I have ever had the misfortune…”

“I miss you so much.” He has her shoulders, forcing them down a little, pressing his thumbs right where he knows she needs it most, watching delightfully as they liquify even as she’s going on.

“…encountering and when I’m done with someone, Draco, I am DONE…”

“I need you back, Hermione.” He draws his palms down her arms, grabbing her hands and pinning them to his chest when she tries to swat him away.

“…and I refuse to date anybody who’s even slightly ashamed of where I come from…”

“I love everything about you.”

And that about does it.

Granger stands there, mouth agape, no more screaming. She drops her gaze to her hands, splayed open on his chest, realising, perhaps, how close they are. Feeling, maybe, how her presence alone turns Draco on. Seeing, hopefully, the authenticity in his gaze.

“You… you…”

“I love you,” he says, prepared. “I’m sorry you had to leave before I realised it.”

“Harry says I need to forget you.” She’s staring at his lips now, making no effort to step away.

“Potter’s a wanker.”

She frowns, but doesn’t seem angry. Her eyes grow distant, lost in thought.

He waits.

When her focus resurfaces, she's watching his lips again, heat creeping into her irises. “Kiss me on two conditions.”

“One?” he asks, heart racing.

“We tell everybody.”

Her breath is warm on his skin. Deliciously close. “And two?”

“You never send anything to my work ever again.”

It’s the sweetest deal he’s ever made.

xx

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I think the most unintentionally pretentious part of me is I genuinely forget that most people do not have a near-encyclopedic knowledge of mythology and folklore. I literally just assume most people know at least the name of every Greek god. My mom and I were watching the Banshees of Inisherin and at the start, she asked "Do you know what a banshee is?" and I was so stunned because it would never occur to me to ask that question because I would never assume the average person doesn't know what a banshee is. The average person knows what a banshee is right. You know what a banshee is right. You know the names of the greek gods right. You know that norse myth where loki fucked the horse right. Right. RIGHT

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shadow and bone is like. it's the worst show i've ever seen it's the best show i've even seen it's a bad adaptation it's fanfiction with a netflix budget it's better than i expected it's worse than i wanted it's pure fan service the acting is phenomenal the writing is terrible and the thing is it's all of these things. but also it's none of these things because most importantly shadow and bone is a vessel for freddy carter to give the performance of a lifetime

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You Are Nothing Like Him

Sirius swallowed, unable to meet her eyes.

“You see, my father — ah, well you’ve met my mother’s portrait, kitten. He was pretty much the same. Except worse. Very insistent on blood purity. On forcibly keeping out those who were unworthy of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Toujours Purs, and all that rubbish,” he said bitterly.

Hermione didn’t say anything, but she reached down and took his hand in hers. Sirius exhaled shakily and continued. “After Reggie died, I vowed that the Black line would end with me. That I would never have children of my own. I decided that I would never be — could never be — a father. Hermione —“ he looked up at her, his eyes swimming with tears. “I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know how to do this.”

Hermione chewed her lip thoughtfully, before speaking. “Okay. First off, let me assure you Sirius — you are nothing like him. You are not your father. For starters, you already blew up the Blacks’ ‘blood purity’ with the act of conception.”

He smiled at that. Fucking right he did.

“Sirius, do you love me?”

“Yes,” he said, incredulous that she’d even ask the question. Hermione was his whole world. “Of course I love you.”

“And the interloper?” she asked, lightly placing a hand on her still flat abdomen.

“So, so much,” he breathed.

Hermione smiled at him, tears starting to slide down her face as well. ”Then it will all be fine. I’ve seen you with Harry — you know how to do this, Sirius. The most important thing for a parent to do is to love your child— not for who you want them to be or for what you want them to do for you — but for who they are. And I know you can do that because you already do. You’ve got this, love.”

Sirius nodded, pulling his witch into his arms and burying his face in her curls. “We should probably get married,” he whispered, cringing inwardly with the awareness that his proposal also left something to be desired.

“If you insist,” she said, nonplussed. Then her eyes lit up and she looked at Sirius with a mischievous grin.

“You know, if you took my name, the Black line would end. You could still keep your vow.”

“Oh, I like the way you think, Hermione Granger.”

“Do you indeed, future Mr. Sirius Granger?”

Sirius laughed. “Oh, kitten. I get to be the one who tells this to Walburga’s portrait.”

“Of course darling. Tell her we’re redoing the family tapestry as well. Maybe the painting will be so enraged it will self-combust.”

“Fuck, I hope so.”

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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.

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trans women r literally so cool theu get tits AND a prostate?? i thought only markilpler could do that

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Ser Harwin “Breakbones” Strong

HOTD 1x06, The a princess and the Queen

+ bonus: daddy

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"ao3 should have an algorithm" ao3 should continue only giving me exactly what I ask for which happens because I know how to use the search, sort, and filter functions

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As of now telegram, Twitter, tumblr, Instagram, Facebook, Reddit and soon enough whatsapp are blocked in here; that means no social media whatsoever

The VPNs we use are failing one after the other; And the internet speed is gradually getting less and less and less

Once they cut us off the massacre will begin

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hey, my kurdish friend wanted to point out that the iranian woman murdered by the police in tehran was a kurd and her kurdish name was jîna emînî. she has mostly been referred to as mahsa amini, the iranian version of her name, in the media & that can ofc still be used to make sure posts about her reach a mainstream audience. however people should make sure to mention her given kurdish name foremost, as well as highlight the fact that she was a kurd in the first place, because that played a part in her facing the violence that she did.

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I mean... I put "tired historian" in my bio. One day people will learn not to come for me if they do not want to get a faceful of receipts, but today is not that day.

A few others I didn't get around to in my last post:

The brutal British treatment of Cyprus in the 1950s and how they generally fanned ethnic tensions to control and divide the island;

The absolutely horrifying role the Anglican church (during her reign, until the 1990s!) played in the Canadian Indigenous residential school system, forcing the Archbishop of Canterbury to personally apologize (not until earlier this year when they found all those skeletons buried in unmarked graves);

HOLY SHIT THE BRITISH LITERALLY DESTROYED THE ENTIRE COUNTRY OF KENYA'S HISTORY IN PHYSICAL/LITERAL/ARCHIVAL WAYS (related to my mention of concentration camps in the last post) in order to cover up their own crimes, in something called "Operation Legacy"; literally there are so many sources for this and even today historians are often blocked from investigating what really happened (again, this was all happening DURING THE QUEEN'S REIGN, not in some imagined benighted past)

QE2's own extensive lobbying efforts to keep her personal net worth secret and to hide Prince Philip's will for 90 years, while running the $28 billion imperial money machine of "The Firm"

(We all remember what a racist goblin Philip was, right?)

Likewise, Buckingham Palace, for a long time, banned LGBTQ and "visible" ethnic minorities from working there, even in office jobs, and the queen personally exempted herself from compliance with civil rights/sexual/racial discrimination laws;

And the Diana thing, which I'm not going to link to because we all know what happened, but the Queen was always known to act in ways that would preserve the monarchy "at all costs"

(But sure. Respect.)

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Try to have some respect the queen just DIED. It's not like she was evil or anything

And why should I do that for the head of a family that oversaw the British Empire's legendarily brutal concentration camps in colonialist Kenya during the 1952-1960 Mau Mau rebellion, has personally and repeatedly shielded credibly accused rapist Prince Andrew and tried to get the scandal to go away, personally paid Andrew's financial settlement while the family treated Meghan Markle terribly and gave her none of the same protection, exerted a huge amount of control over UK public finances without any transparency or disclosure (while also receiving huge amounts of that money), got to personally edit laws according to her likes and dislikes, enjoyed sweeping legal immunities that are described as a "threat to UK democracy," is the most visible figurehead of British colonialism even as her descendants put on a horribly tone-deaf Caribbean tour (twice in one year!) that was basically about unreconstructed imperial imagery of the kind that is poisoning Britain, while the entire country buys into the fantasy that she is an impartial, uninvolved, kindly and benevolent grandmotherly figure....?

Nah.