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Uhhhhh y’all my husband just wrote me personalized smut, airdropped it to my phone and told me he wants to re-enact it sometime. LADIES DON’T SETTLE, THERE ARE GOOD ONES OUT THERE. I am 12 weeks post partum and we are trying to get me comfortable with sex again and he’s finding ways to be intimate on my level and god I love him so fucking much.

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Book VS Film

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Ignoring the fact that at one point in his life, Harry depended on Ginny for emotional support and solace, this self-claimed author would like to bring light on the fact that yes, Harry and Ginny were indeed a best-friends to lovers trope as much as Hermione and Ron were.

Sure, there was never much light on how Harry and Ginny's story started, but it was slow. From strangers to his best friend's sister, to a worthy opponent and teammate in Quidditch, to a trusted comrade in war, it's impossible to ignore what came in between.

And that was the quiet nights spent talking, the friendly banter during Quidditch, Harry seeking Ginny out when the world became a tad too much for him, Ginny calling out Harry for his pompous heroism and self-sacrifice, Harry being there during Ginny's reckless moments and her boy troubles, the after-class conversations beside the lake, the nights with spiced chocolate in the common room, Harry thinking to himself that he needed to tell Ginny what happened in class today and hurrying to find her, Ginny doing the same.

It was slow until Harry realised that indeed, it was Ginny's soft voice that got through him most times than not, and after that, it was not long before Ron and Hermione understood it too.

It came to a point where it was Ginny that they called anytime Harry was being a stubborn ass, and it was Harry that they called anytime Ginny got into her wild, reckless fits that made them think she'd burn down the world at any moment.

It started them depending on each other emotionally, before they realized that in fact, they couldn't lose one another at all.

And that was also how they realized, that indeed, they were in love.

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A moment before their first time. Harry couldn’t sleep because he was having some nightmares regarding Ginny in the battle of Hogwarts. He went to talk to her, she invited him to enter her bedroom, they talked on her bed, almost through a whisper… as if they didn’t want to wake anyone at the burrow in the middle of night.

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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My whole world

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but i’m a fire, and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm by societysgot on ao3

Harry wanted to recoil into the long reeds, enveloping himself in his own grief, far away from the prying eyes of others.

But, he stopped himself. He knew her eyes. Warm, candescent eyes - ones which he had sought numerous times over the past year - for comfort, for a laugh, for some sort of solidarity. And they hadn't failed him yet.

(Or: the story of how Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley became friends.)

CanonCompliant, set in and around OotP, Missing Scenes, Harry/Ginny.

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Ginny: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos—

Harry: I wrote you a poem.

Ginny, already crying: You did?

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Happy Birthday little one! 🥰

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I was supposed to meet my baby girl today, but my induction got canceled and I’ve never been SO SALTY IN MY LIFE.

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Hinny things I can’t help but think about

One day Harry and Ginny are sharing what their favorite birthdays were and Harry say his 11th because it was when he met Hagrid and found out he was a wizard. He makes an offhand comment about how it was the first time he ever got a birthday cake. This breaks Ginny’s heart so she goes all out for every future birthday so he never feels forgotten again.

Harry and Ginny hold hands a lot. They don’t even notice it. They just reach for each other when they see each other. It started after the war when Ginny needed reassurance he was still alive and he needed to believe he wasn’t dreaming her up. She also kisses the back of his hand where it’s scarred a lot.

Harry kissed Ginny every time he leaves for work. One day he forgets and Ginny sets a up a candlelight dinner for when he comes home because she worries they aren’t connecting. He hates he made her worry so he makes sure he doesn’t forget again.

whenever Harry can’t make a harpies game because he’s on a mission or she’s abroad he sends flowers the morning of to wish her luck.

Sirius and Remus were up one night at grimmuld place (book 5 era ) and were debating if Harry and Hermione would end up together. Remus who admires hermione thinks they will but Sirius say he’ll end up with Ginny because she a firecracker and Harry need someone fun. Plus potters like redheads. Remus catches Harry staring at Ginny at Christmas the next year and notices him blush when she pulls the maggot from his hair and Remus smiles thinking Sirius was right and that it was the same way James would stare at Lily.

sometimes I feel nuts for thinking about this stuff but tumblr reminds me I’m not the only one.

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KARMA IS THE GUY ON THE CHIEFS

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There was no chance, trying to be

The greatest in the league

Where's the trophy?

He just comes running over to me

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I just re-read this because it got reblogged and that part about things being re-evaluated resonated so much with me this time! We are doing just that now in my own home. My husband got a chance to do something brand new and huge and it could be career changing for him and I stepped back and now I’m home with 2 kids (well I will be in the matter of days or weeks). Freaking @pebblysand and castles just keeps being so damn relevant. I’ll plug this fic forever and ever.

So somewhat I’m going to save a little bit for when @pebblysand does her page pals BUT I just want to give a little shout out to the fact that she discusses the division split of parenting/household managing between Ginny and Harry in the early years. I identify with that a lot. My son was born in the middle of the first year of the pandemic. My husband started working from home and I got pregnant in the same week. (Yeah yeah hilarious I know). But I am a teacher. I was essential. I never got to stay home really. I always thought I’d stay home and quickly learned that’s not what I was meant to do. But my husband took to working from home and managing our household and taking care of our son like he’d always been doing it. I felt (and still sometimes do feel) guilty a lot about it. Like I’m doing everything wrong because my husband does all of our housework (I’m not kidding I don’t know the last time I did laundry or dishes). But my career is important to me. I like being a teacher. I’m a good teacher. Sometimes that means I’m at school long after kids go home, sometimes that means I’m there early tutoring kids, sometimes that means I’m up there on weekends. Tonight my husband brought my son up and he played in my room while I got stuff done and my husband made copies for me. And it also means I’m often emotionally and physically DRAINED at the end of a day spent with 20 five and six year olds.

And I just really felt seen with the way she described their parenting/household management balance. And how it played on her mom guilt but that they made it work. It gave me hope that I won’t always feel this guilty.

How do you balance parenthood and a career? “They have a dad too”.

And that’s exactly right.

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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The invisible string tying me to you

Based on this ask

Best friends Ginny and Harry seemed to have one disastrous date after another. Ginny decided she needed a bit of fun, so she attended an anonymous masquerade ball and spent a great night with a stranger. Harry ended up attending too and now they were both trying to find their mystery lovers.

Chapter 1: The Masquerade Ball

Though the announcer had been speaking nearly continuously as people came in, giving guesses and names as to who was attending, the next name caught her attention.

“We have Harry Potter in our midst now. My oh my.”

Harry hadn’t spoken about joining since she talked about it at the pub, so she was a little surprised to hear his name but being anonymous for the evening must have been enticing after all.

Several people looked around eagerly, trying to catch a glimpse even if impossible and some left their current conversation partner in search of the famous Auror.

“You’re not going to look for him?” the man asked.

“Oh no.” If he wanted to go together he would have asked, and she thought it would be good for him to be free of connections this evening. She sipped from her drink. “He isn’t all that, you know.”

He turned to her. “Oh, you’ve met him?”

“Once or twice,” she said offhandedly, unwilling to reveal how well she knew Harry. “He’s alright, but I’m perfectly fine over here. He’s just not that interesting.”

She knew that would have gotten a laugh out of Harry.

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Let me just ramble here. Something that I truly truly love about Taylor’s music is that you can truly find a way to identify with it. Even if it’s not for you at that very moment. Reputation has ALWAYS been my favorite album. When it came out I had been with my now husband for 8 years and been married for 1. But it immediately took me back to when I fell in love with him. He saw me and he saved me. Delicate is my favorite song because it’s the exact story of how my husband and I got together. Everything was so delicate and I was terrified but we took the leap and now we are here. Gorgeous was the entirety of the lead up to us actually going from friends to more. And as much as I would love to say that our relationship and marriage has been that all along, it hasn’t.

Around the time TTPD came out I made some choices I’m not proud of and won’t try to make sense of here. We were at odds about what we wanted out of life, I was unhappy in my job, feeling resentful of things I had allowed to go on but never explicitly said I wasn’t fine with, and I felt like settling a score. I’ve been with the same person for over half my life. There are pros and cons to that. I started getting attention elsewhere in March and it felt really nice— and wrong. I didn’t know what to do or how to stop it and it got away from me fast. My husband was not stupid. He knew something wasn’t right. He could tell I wasn’t myself but I was too caught up in being resentful — oh YOURE allowed to have friends and I’m not??— to confide in him that I was in so over my head. My husband finally put his foot down in late April/early May. Demanded I talk to him; tell him the truth, let’s work this out. It was cathartic telling him the messy truth. I’m not and wasn’t proud of myself for getting myself into that situation. It was wrong and if the shoes were on the other feet I would not have been as forgiving as my husband was. But he was. He’s never thrown it in my face. Never told me he was disappointed in me. Never. He stood by me. Everyone who knew us well, knew that we were going through something but my husband never let me take the blame. Just that we hit a rough patch and were working through it together. And we did. I ended up pregnant by the end of May. I know children are not bandaids and I never ever wanted to have a “make up” baby. But I don’t think that’s what she is. She saved me. She saved our marriage because her daddy believed in us. She (and my husband) made the sexual harassment stop. And I can acknowledge now that even if I didn’t discourage it outright, that’s what was happening. I’m so grateful my husband never once gave up on me. So anyways, guilty as sin to me took on a new meaning in a way I doubt Taylor ever meant it. At the beginning she’s talking about being bored and in a cage and how she’s not wrong because of bad thoughts but by the end she says “what if I roll the stone away?” (For me coming clean and being honest with myself and my husband how bad things were) and then “I choose you and me, religiously” and for me it’s about falling apart, then coming back together. Choosing your person even when things get tough.

That’s my ramble.