#Winkey

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💜 Tinkey Winkey 💜

While collecting screenshots of detective where’s my coffee, I also collected a few of tinkey winkey :) enjoy!

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Post It - Part 4 - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

warnings: once again, this is all fluff. (as always tho, special shout out to @lestapiastrisgirl for always listening to me whine and brainstorm at 2am 🙌����)

pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3.7k words

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -Master List

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The engine of the private jet hummed softly in the background, the low thrum of the white noise quietly filling the luxurious cabin. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, illuminating everything around you in a bright glow. You were tucked away in a window seat, legs stretched in front of you while your laptop balanced on your lap. 

Across the small aisle, Lando lounged on the bench seat while he watched you intently. You were engrossed in reading something on your laptop, stopping every once in a while to tap away at something on your phone before your eyes darted back to the screen. He had no idea what you were doing but watching you do it was fascinating. The way you bit at your bottom lip when you were concentrating, the way your brows tilted together as your eyes tracked across the screen, the way your fingers moved so deftly over the keyboard. It was all a mesmerizing dance, something that Lando could watch forever. 

After finishing up post-race notes and analysis, Lando sets his own laptop aside before stretching out his leg to tap your leg with his toe. You look up, surprised, almost as if you had forgotten he was there. 

“What are you doing?” He asks softly, enjoying the way your cheeks flush under his gaze. Lando was still pinching himself, waiting for the dream of you agreeing to go to Japan with him for the week to be over, but it seemed as if this was all real. 

“Research.” You respond, eyes darting down to the five tabs you have open on the screen in front of you. 

“Research?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. 

“Osaka, silly. And Kyoto. It looks like we could totally take a day trip to Kyoto if we wanted to. It’s only like an hour away by train and there’s this temple, well…” You pause, shrugging, “There are a lot of temples but this one in Kyoto is stunning. And the bamboo forests-” Your mouth snaps shut suddenly, ears going a bit pink. 

It takes every ounce of control Lando has in his body not to lean over and kiss you, the look on your face is so cute. “Whats wrong? No bamboo forests?” 

You shake your head, closing your laptop before setting it aside. Tucking a stray piece of hair that had fallen out of the haphazard bun that was piled on top of your head away, you’re eyes dart away from Lando’s gaze. You hated when you went off on tangents like that, it always led to people thinking you were a bit…weird. Not to mention the fact that you just realized you’d started planning over a trip that Lando had already been planning for who knows how long. 

“Nothing.” 

Lando narrows his eyes. “I can tell when you’re lying to me.” 

You huff, rolling your eyes. “That’s not fair.” 

He reaches forward, grabbing your hand before tugging you up and out of your seat. “C’mere.” Lando murmurs as he continues to pull until you’re close enough that he can grab you by the waist and pull you down onto his lap.

You let out a small sigh, leaning your head onto his shoulder. It’s weird, you think, as your body melts into his, the warmth of his muscles seeping beneath your skin. It’s weird how Lando’s only just barely come into your life again and already you’re fitting together like it’s been years. 

You’d been up late last night about it, wondering how this man had so quickly nestled himself under your skin but then you had remembered the countless hours you’d spent with him on FaceTime. You’d learned about his family, his siblings, the pressures of being in a brutal sport like F1. You’d told him about the mask you felt you always needed to wear, the pressure you felt to be perfect and ‘on’ at all times for the followers and fans you met in real life. It was something he could relate to, even though his fame was on a totally different level. But that shared connection, of both of you being sure that neither wanted you for the fame and money your chosen careers came with, had bonded you in a way that neither of you had experienced before. 

You felt at ease, comfortable, safe when you were within arms length of him and while it kind of freaked you out at how fast it was all happening, something inside your soul had felt so settled over the last few days, it was hard to deny. 

“Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or do I have to kiss it out of you?” Lando says, lips dusting over the sensitive skin on your neck. 

When you dip your head, fully intending on kissing him first, you’re surprised when he pulls back. Lando chuckles, swiping his thumb over your frown before shaking his head. “Don’t try to distract me. What’s going on?” 

You hesitate only for a few moments, feeling silly at the weight of the anxiety sitting in the pit of your stomach. “I…” You start, leaning your head into the way Lando’s cupping your jaw. “I just realized that you probably have the entire trip planned and I was being a little bossy. This was your trip first, I’m happy to tag alone with whatever you want to do.” 

Lando shifts you in his lap so he can see you better. “Well first of all, this isn’t my trip.” He says before his lips whisper over your jaw. “This is our trip so you get as much say in this as I do. Whatever you want to do while we’re here is what we’ll do, pretty girl. All I want is to be with you.” 

Your heart hammers at his words, the sincerity in them has something squeezing in your chest. Lando’s pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you. He hadn’t really meant to be so…honest with you, it had just kind of slipped out. He’d never felt so protective over someone else’s wellbeing before and while he thought it should be freaking him out, it didn’t. It felt normal almost. Like the noise in his head was quiet when he had you to focus on, to be concerned about. 

When you lean down a second time, Lando lifts his chin up to meet your lips half way. With Lando finishing second yesterday and all the media that came with it, you two haven’t had much time alone together. Most of your ‘alone’ time so far had been with the public just right outside your bubble. Here, in the privacy of the empty jet, you could allow yourself to be more free with your affection. It felt like Lando relaxed in this environment too. He laughed quicker, touched you more, allowed his eyes to wander easier. 

You flourished under the attention because you knew he didn’t want anything else from you. He had his own career, his own fame. You were decidedly less famous than he was, for sure, but the feeling was the same. Not knowing who wanted to be in your life for what you could give them in return was an exhausting way to live. When Lando was with you, he knew you didn’t have ulterior motives and you felt the same.  

Your lips met his in a soft but confident touch that quickly deepened into something more urgent. It was a silent affirmation between you both, an understanding that didn’t need words to confirm, just the heated press of two bodies molding together. It was just two souls, two completely different worlds, merging and finding solace in each other’s presence. 

Lando’s hands move, cupping your face as his thumbs trace the delicate curve of your cheekbones. He pulls you closer, the warmth of his body radiating through you, a comforting heat that chased away any lingering anxieties. The kiss grows more passionate, a silent conversation spoken not in words but in touch. It’s a blend of tenderness and desire, a slow burn that ignites a fire within you. You tangle your hands in his curls, fingers clutching for anything to bring him closer to you, even though you were already impossibly close. 

He groans softly, a low rumble in his chest, his lips moving against yours with a newfound urgency that sends pleasure curling low and deep in your belly. Lando drops his hands back down to your hips, shifting you again so you’re straddling his lap now, knees digging into the soft cushions of the jet’s seat. Experimentally, you roll your hips deeper into his lap, pulling another low moan from Lando’s lips. You can’t help but smile against his lips, enjoying the way he feels hard against you, knowing that it’s your lips, your body, your mouth that’s doing that to him. 

Lando pulls back slightly, his breath warm against your lips. His eyes are dark, like the ocean right before it storms on a dark summer night, intense in a way you haven’t really seen them before and it has your breath catching in the back of your throat. “God.” He whispers thickly. “You have no idea what you do to me.” 

A shiver runs down your spine, a delicious mix of pleasure and anticipation. You lean in again, your lips brushing against his. “Then maybe,” You murmur, voice barely audible, “You should show me.” 

He grins in that wicked and cocky way he’s well known for. “Oh, I plan to.” He whispers as he drops his mouth back onto the hollow of your neck. He licks a long, heated line against your exposed collarbone and you immediately tilt your head back to give him better access. The whimper that leaves your lips is dangerous and has Lando grinding up into your core, desperate for more friction. His hands slip beneath the thin cotton of your t-shirt tracing the curves of your body, lingering on the sensitive skin that he’s never seen before. 

He’s moments from attempting to remove your shirt from your body when the speaker system crackles to life, alerting you to your impending approach to the airport in Japan. With a deep sigh at the interruption, you scramble off of Lando’s lap before the flight attendant comes back to prepare the cabin for landing. Lando clears his throat, adjusting his joggers as best he can while starting after you as you settle back into your seat. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, patting the seat beside him. 

“They wanted us to get in our seats for landing.” You reply, looking at him as if he’s got three heads. 

“Yes, this seat right here is yours now. Get back here.” 

“So needy.” You tease but you obey without any more fight. 

“I have a feeling I’m always going to be needy for you.” He whispers in your ear before nipping at your earlobe. You barely swat him away as the flight attendant slides the cockpit door back open, smile on her face. 

“Welcome to Japan, you two!” She says brightly with no indication that she has any idea of what had just been going on in the cabin moments before. 

“What do you mean you’re not going to eat sushi with me while we’re here?” You stare at Lando incredulously later that day. 

Lando wrinkles his nose in a way that makes it look like he’s just smelled something extremely funky and shakes his head, “Sushi is fish. Fish is disgusting.” 

“You are an absolute child.” You laugh, shaking your head. 

After the jet landed and your bags had been whisked away to the hotel for you, Lando had swept you off your feet and took you to your first destination: Osaka Castle. The grounds were practically deserted, probably because it was a Monday afternoon, so it felt like you had the entire place to yourself. The cherry blossoms were just beginning to burst open, the pink and white of the famous trees providing the most gorgeous backdrop to the photos both you and Lando were taking. 

You continued on down a path towards the one of the many traditional Japanese gardens leaving Lando behind to continue to whine about how awful fish is. Reaching into your bag, you pull out your Nikon camera that you hadn’t used since you landed in China. Your fingers itched to put it to good use now, the scenery of the castle grounds were practically begging to be photographed. 

“That is a gorgeous camera.” Lando remarks as he comes up behind you. You’d stopped on the path right at the edge of small lake. On a small bluff right behind it rose the white tiered castle that was one of Osaka’s most well known landmarks. A breeze flutters through your hair, spinning spare strands up in its gusts and whipping a few over into Lando’s face. 

“My baby.” You coo, smiling over at him. 

Lando sets his chin on your shoulder from behind, lip sticking out in a pout. “I thought I was your baby.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes before lifting your free hand to frame his face. “Don’t worry, the camera won’t replace you, pretty boy.” 

“Pretty boy?” He murmurs, lips dusting the shell of your ear. 

“Knock it off.” You chuckle before lifting the camera to frame a shot. 

“Is that the new Nikon?” Lando asks, fingers reaching out to brush the body of the camera as he whistles long and low. 

You nod, confirming his suspicions, before snapping a few test shots to figure out how best to use the late afternoon sun that’s casting gorgeous golden rays over the entire park. “I bought it as treat to myself when I hit 10 million followers on Instagram.” 

The moment the words leave your lips your heart stops. 

Fuck. 

You turn around to see Lando’s brows furrowing in confusion. “10 million?” You can see the gears turning in his head. You both know you have just over 2 million followers and you had said ’10 million’ so confidently, Lando was sure it hadn’t been a mistake. 

“Shit.” You whisper. 

“What…I’m confused.” 

Heaving a sigh, you decide you need to come clean. You’d become so relaxed around Lando you had just let the biggest secret you’ve ever hidden out into the open. “Have you ever heard of the photography account Pretty Little Lens?” 

Lando’s eyes go wide as he nods. “Yeah, I’ve followed it for years. Their work is spectacular but no one knows who it is. The mystery behind who’s running that account has entire subreddit’s dedicated to it.” 

You nod, tucking your camera back into your shoulder bag before taking Lando’s hand, pulling him over to a bench a few feet away. “I’m Pretty Little Lens, Lando.” 

For several moments, Lando just blinks at you as he tries to process the secret you’ve just spilled. “You’re…you run Pretty Little Lens? The most secretive art account on pretty much any social platform in the last ten years?” His chokes out, voice full of disbelief. 

You had started the account, with the full blessing of your parents, when you were 16 as a hobby. Two years later you had built up a huge following. You had decided from the get go though that you’d remain completely anonymous. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, preferring your art to speak for itself instead. Even now, almost ten years on, the only people on the planet that knew the identity behind Pretty Little Lens were your parents, your art agent, and your PR manager. 

And now Lando. 

“That’s me.” You say, trying to keep your voice light. You knew the kind of following PLL had on socials, how people devoted entire accounts to trying to figure out your identity. So far, you’d been able to evade the spotlight with your art and you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

Lando blinks, rubbing the palm of his hand over his jaw. You shift uncomfortably next to him, starting to get freaked out by his silence. “Lan, say something.” 

The anxiety of him judging your art, your decision to hide behind the anonymity of the account, especially when you are a pretty well known influencer as it was, set your teeth on edge. 

“I have one of your prints hanging over my bed, a few in my living room too.” He says. You’re caught off guard by the admiration shining in his eyes. “I’ve followed you since I was 18…” 

The fact that Lando, the man that you could feel your heart already falling for, had been a fan of your work for years, set something deep and meaningful tightening in your chest. 

You’d never shared your passion for photography with anyone. You had a degree in it, sure, but as far as everyone outside your tiny little PLL bubble, everyone thought you just got that to be able to say you had a degree. No one thought you actually used it. Not even your professors in college were aware you were PLL. That had been an awkward day in class when you had been the subject of an entire lecture on landscape composition and lighting. 

“Well, I’m glad you like my work.” You say weakly. 

“Like your work?” Lando scoffs, still a bit unbelieving that he had solved a literal world wide mystery that millions would kill to know. Standing up from his spot on the bench, Lando pulls you to your feet as well. “Baby, I have been obsessed with Pretty Little Lens for years. Years.” Before you can protest, Lando is pulling you into his arms. “Part of why I got into photography was because of your account.” 

Your heart stutters in your chest at the way he’s looking at you, all wonder and awe filling those pretty green blue eyes of his as they sparkle down at you. The smile that spreads across his face is so genuine, pleasure skitters down your spine in response. 

“You’re kidding.” You breathe, a wash of disbelief crashing over you. “You started photography because of me?” 

Lando nods, a soft smile  tugging at the corner of his lips. He looks at you for a moment, taking in the way that you’re looking at him, totally awestruck. It was a lot to wrap his mind around in such a short time. He’d been following PLL for ages and to find out the girl that he was falling for was the one behind the account? Wild. It made him look at you in a completely new light, like you two had been tied together by an invisible string for years now, the universe just waiting for the right moment to bring you together. 

“It’s true.” He murmurs, his voice husky. “Your work is…it’s more than just pretty pictures. It’s like you have this insane ability to capture the feelings that you were experiencing behind the lens when you took them.” He looks down bashfully then and chuckles. “I have notifications on for whenever you post something new, you know.” 

He tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer. There aren’t many people around to witness this public display of affection, not that either of you really care about what’s going on beyond your own little bubble. “I remember seeing your shots of the Banff in Canada last summer. The way you captured the sun reflecting off the lake in the middle of the mountains like that? It was…stunning.” Lando drops a kiss onto your nose before nuzzling into your your neck. 

Warmth spreads through your chest, a strange feeling of pure joy at finally being able to share your secret with someone beyond your parents and agent. It felt like you were letting someone see you bare for the first time, like someone was able to see the real you that you kept hidden from everyone else. You had thought you’d feel exposed, raw, an a plethora of other negative emotions but instead, all that bubbles up inside your chest is relief and happiness that you can share this bit of yourself with someone else. 

“I don’t know what to say to that. I never thought I’d ever actually tell anyone besides the people who already knew.” 

Lando chuckles, a low and appreciative sound that has goosebumps pebbling your bare arms. “You don’t have to say anything.” He murmurs before brushing his lips against yours in a quick show of casual affection. “Just know that your work is incredible and that I’m proud of you.” He pulls back slightly, a hint of mischief on his face. “And,” He adds, “now that I know your secret identity, I expect exclusive access to all future content before it’s published.” 

You laugh, a light and airy sound that echoes through the garden. “Is that so?” You tease, brow quirking up. 

“Absolutely.” He says, voice firm but with a gentle teasing edge to it. “Those are the rules now. I give you kisses, you give me photography tips.” He leans in, lips brushing against yours again. “We could even collaborate. If you want.” He whispers, breath warm against your skin. 

The suggestion sends a cool shive down your spine. The idea of collaborating with him, of sharing your passion with him was intoxicating and intriguing. You’d never worked with anyone before, not since college and certainly not where PLL was concerned. Lando though? Lando was the first person you’d ever considered sharing creative process with, the first person that actually made collaborating sound appealing. 

“I’d like that.” You whisper back, your lips curving into a smile against his jaw. 

He dips his head then so he can kiss you again. It’s soft and tender, somehow different than any other kiss you’d shared yet. It wasn’t cautious or questioning, it was confident and solid while still managing to remain full of promise and anticipation. The mix was a drug and Lando had injected it straight into your veins. 

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the castle grounds, you and Lando stroll down the path hand in hand, the secret of who was really behind Pretty Little Lens now a shared treasure between the both of you. The world around seemed to fade away. The bustle of the city, the demands of Lando’s F1 career, the pressure that you felt to be perfect every moment of every day, it all faded into the background as you allowed yourselves to tumble head first into the magic that was brewing between you two in the most unexpected way. 

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| • skz maknae line — caught simping for them • |

📂 pairing; han jisung x gn! reader, lee felix x gn! reader, kim seungmin x gn! reader, yang jeongin x gn! reader

📂 cw; swearing, nsfw jokes, insecurities, jeongin is a dick but he's actually not u just thought it was him but it wasn't. tbh just read it like how i gon explain this shit.

📂 a/n; I WAS WATCHING MAYA WINKEY WITH MY BESTIE POOPOO WHILE WRITING THIS SO THAT MAY HAVE ALTERED THE QUALITY ☹️ not like my fics r high quality anyway WHATT 😭

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I think I saw you talking about Harry enjoying some luxury. Do you think he would be comfortable having a house elf, servant, or any kind of assistant to help him with chores, or would he prefer doing it himself?

(The post anon is referring to is here)

Harry's outlook on house elves is pretty interesting actually, because while he pities elves like Dobby and Winkey, he doesn't go out of his way to free them or work toward their welfare the way Hermione does. Harry sees issues with house elves that are mistreated, but he doesn't see an issue with the institution of house elves — that is, he doesn't really care about the slavory bit, just when their masters mistreat them, which is, yeah...

Harry doesn't make a big deal out of house elves the way everyone around him does:

“House-elves is not paid, sir!” she said in a muffled squeak. “No, no, no. I says to Dobby, I says, go find yourself a nice family and settle down, Dobby. He is getting up to all sorts of high jinks, sir, what is unbecoming to a house-elf. You goes racketing around like this, Dobby, I says, and next thing I hear you’s up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, like some common goblin.” “Well, it’s about time he had a bit of fun,” said Harry. “House-elves is not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter,” said Winky firmly [...] “So that’s a house-elf?” Ron muttered. “Weird things, aren’t they?” “Dobby was weirder,” said Harry fervently.

(GoF, Ch8)

In the above conversation he didn't even react to Winky not getting paid. He doesn't seem to conceptualise what house elves' position means and that they are slaves. Ron and everyone treats it as normal, and Harry does too.

Some fans say that JKR retconned Harry's opinion on house elves, but that is false. Even back in CoS, he frees Dobby because he pities him and Dobby tried to help him, but he doesn't see the inherent problem in the house elves' slavery. He treats elves and their masters on a case-by-case basis:

“A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free . . . Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir. . . .” Harry stared. “And I thought I had it bad staying here for another four weeks,” he said. “This makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Can’t anyone help you? Can’t I?”

(CoS, Ch2)

Harry wants to help becouse Dobby's situation is familiar to him. Dobby is being mistreated by the family he serves like Harry — but unlike Harry, he can't run away. Harry isn't thinking about the systems in place that cause it, he's thinking about Dobby and his family as a specific case, not a symptom of something bigger. He wants to help because he's a kind person, but he isn't thinking big the way Hermione does. He's not an idealist.

He doesn't seem to care about grand injustices. He cares about personal injustice to people he cares about. He cares Sirius not getting a trial, but would he care as much if Snape was thrown into Azkaban without a trial? Because I don't think he would. He cares about werewolf rights because Remus is a werewolf, if he didn't know him, he probably wouldn't care as much.

“Harry Potter freed Dobby!” said the elf shrilly, gazing up at Harry, moonlight from the nearest window reflected in his orb-like eyes. “Harry Potter set Dobby free!” “Least I could do, Dobby,” said Harry, grinning. “Just promise never to try and save my life again.”

(CoS, Ch18)

He freed Dobby out of personal gratitude, not a general anti-slavery idea. Like I said, it was personal, not ideological.

When Ron and Hermione are arguing about house elf slavery, Harry just keeps himself out of it because he doesn't want to take a side and disappoint either of his friends:

“You know, house-elves get a very raw deal!” said Hermione indignantly. “It’s slavery, that’s what it is! That Mr. Crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he’s got her bewitched so she can’t even run when they start trampling tents! Why doesn’t anyone do something about it?” “Well, the elves are happy, aren’t they?” Ron said. “You heard old Winky back at the match . . . ‘House-elves is not supposed to have fun’ . . . that’s what she likes, being bossed around. . . .”

(GoF, Ch8)

But Harry clearly doesn't really care about the house elf issue either way.

I will say, at first, he is more open to Hermione's SPEW ideas than Ron (and most wizards) is:

“Our short-term aims,” said Hermione, speaking even more loudly than Ron, and acting as though she hadn’t heard a word, “are to secure house-elves fair wages and working conditions. Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wand use, and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because they’re shockingly underrepresented.” “And how do we do all this?” Harry asked

(GoF, Ch14)

But he doesn't actually want to do anything Hermione plans (I think it has more to do with Hermione's initial plans for SPEW being crap, honestly):

There was a pause in which Hermione beamed at the pair of them, and Harry sat, torn between exasperation at Hermione and amusement at the look on Ron’s face.

(GoF, Ch14)

And he and Ron mostly rolled with her to try and appease her:

Harry shook his head and applied himself to his scrambled eggs. His and Ron’s lack of enthusiasm had done nothing whatsoever to curb Hermione’s determination to pursue justice for house-elves. True, both of them had paid two Sickles for a S.P.E.W. badge, but they had only done it to keep her quiet.

(GoF, Ch15)

But by book 7, Ron is the one who understood SPEW, better than Harry:

“Hang on a moment!” said Ron sharply. “We’ve forgotten someone!” “Who?” asked Hermione. “The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?” “You mean we ought to get them fighting?” asked Harry. “No,” said Ron seriously, “I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can’t order them to die for us—“

(DH, Ch31)

Ron understands they can't order slaves to die for them, that it's messed up to do so, Harry is the one who offers getting the house elves to fight.

I don't think he really got the slavery thing and how it works, tbh. And he never really bothered to understand. Hermione explains it to him, and he pretty willfully ignores it (I think some of it has to do with how Hermione explains it, but that's a different matter).

Hary doesn't really care for house elves as a whole. He treats them as individuals. He would treat them differently based on his feelings regarding each specific elf. And you see it with his initial response to Kreacher:

“I forbid you to call anyone ’blood traitor’ or ’Mudblood,”’ growled Harry. He would have found Kreacher, with his snoutlike nose and bloodshot eyes, a distinctively unlovable object even if the elf had not betrayed Sirius to Voldemort. “I’ve got a question for you,” said Harry, his heart beating rather fast as he looked down at the elf, “and I order you to answer it truthfully. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” said Kreacher, bowing low again. Harry saw his lips moving soundlessly, undoubtedly framing the insults he was now forbidden to utter.

(DH, Ch10)

He doesn't have the pity Hermione (and Dumbledore in HBP) have towards house elves just due to their life situation. He doesn't see it as mitigating Kreacher's behaviour. He treats all of them like they have free will and can forge their own path, slaves or not, so any wrong an elf does, is that elf's fault.

I think this has to do with Harry's experiences growing up. He grew up with little to no freedoms, given chores, beaten, and generally mistreated — he's probably more familiar than any wizard could be with how house elves live. And that's why he treats them as individuals the way he does. Becouse to him, his childhood isn't an excuse for his behaviour, so their slavory shouldn't excuse theirs. (I don't think his childhood and house elf slavory is the same situation, it's quite different, I just think this is an element in the way Harry sees house elves and their slavery). Harry treats house elves like equals, like they are as capable as him to make choices and find ways to disobey their masters (the way Dobby and Kreacher show they are able to!)

Harry is one of the only characters who treats elves as being of their own, who are responsible for their own actions. Hermione looks down on them as beings who "don't know what's good for them, like I do," she sees them just as lesser than her as most wizards do. (I think Dumbledore also sees elves as individuals capable of free-will and reason).

So because Harry sees them as capable of agency, if an elf says they're happy being slaves (regardless of why they think that and the brainwashing that was involved in that), Harry would take them at their word, and let them remain as they are. He doesn't presume he knows what they feel better than they do. Harry freed Dobby because Dobby wanted to be free — it was Dobby's choice.

It's why Harry doesn't free Kreacher, becouse he knows Kreacher would be insulted by it. He won't want it. It's why Harry is exasperated with Hermione when she's bothering elves who don't want her help. It's why he offers to ask the elves to fight, he doesn't see it as ordering them, he sees it as legitimate because it would be their choice to fight and stay at Hogwarts. Not saying house elves choosing to remain slaves isn't super messed up and something Harry should be chill with, but I'm explaining how a kind person who sees house elves as beings with agency could behave the way Harry does.

In DH, he clearly enjoys the pleasures and luxuries of having a house elf:

Kreacher came bustling to the table with a large tureen in his hands, and ladled out soup into pristine bowls, whistling between his teeth as he did so. “Thanks, Kreacher,” said Harry, flipping over the Prophet so as not to have to look at Snape’s face. “Well, at least we know exactly where Snape is now.” He began to spoon soup into his mouth. The quality of Kreacher’s cooking had improved dramatically ever since he had been given Regulus’s locket: Today’s French onion was as good as Harry had ever tasted

(DH, Ch12)

And, well, by the end of the series:

“That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth,” said Harry. “And quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the fourposter bead lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.”

(DH, Ch36)

He clearly feels fine with asking Kreacher (a house elf bound to serve and obey him) to make him a sandwich. Is Harry gonna be a decent master for Kreacher? Probably, yeah, I can't see him being cruel. But, Kreacher still isn't free by the end of the book and it doesn't look like Harry is planning to free him (or any other elf) either.

So, with all of my love to Harry, I have to say the guy is chill with house elf slavory and isn't very enthusiastic about working to free them. He might help Hermione with future SPEW endeavors if she nags him enough, but he doesn't really care about this cause himself. I do think he cares about the abuse or mistreatment of elves though and would probably work to free these elves. But, again, he's not addressing the larger problem, which is the slavery.

So, yeah, I think Harry would feel comfortable having a house elf and commanding them as long as the elf is happy being there and doesn't say they want to be free. He seems to have no problem doing so with Kreacher, and the end note of the series implies he feels no guilt about it.

As for doing chores himself, while he could, and I don't think he'd mind doing so, I think if he has Kreacher around he'd be more than happy to let Kreacher cook and clean, as he does in DH.

[magicwhiskers29]

Haven't had loads of time to draw recently, but.... Winkey face practice!!! Happy Flora Friday!

[doodle-doodie-doo]

Winkey seal

[myeyesarebrighter]

Thanks all for the feedback. He’s socially inept and makes people uncomfortable in a lot of non-sexy ways. I have a super power of being able to help socially incompetent people be understood in the workplace, helping coach people so that they’re better heard. I’ve been playing this role with him - he’s great at what he does but no one knows wtf he’s talking about. So I’m sympathetic and helpful, which sometimes is misunderstood by men as being interested or affectionate or whatever the fuck they need.

He has said things to me about they way I make him feel (heard, understood) which bordered on emotions (calm, at ease, comfortable), which went too far from professional to personal. It’s hard to describe but it def crossed the line from professional.

So that’s the context. The delivery happened at the end of a presentation he gave during a workshop, in a way that no one else could hear or observe despite being in a room FULL of others, which is always a hint that someone knows they’re walking a line. The gesturing up and down from shirt to eyes, and the physical communication of winkey eyes and thumbs up etc really set it over the top for me. Saying “your shirt really brings out your eyes!” would be benign. Pantomiming and winking and thumbs up and saying pretty and really nice and whatever other fumbling things crosses into uncomfortable.

Anyway. The reason I ask is that I want to adjust MY approach with him. Men should just fix their shit, but I know if he’s crossing lines in a crowd now, if I don’t start to stand up the barriers now, it’ll continue and leave the door open for it to grow. So I need to step back from helping and supporting him. I won’t leave him out to dry but I won’t leave the annoying door open either. I’m too old (and happily married) for this shit. If I wasn’t, I’d prob have gone full in after an opening like that in my younger years 😂 A little chase used to be fun!

[alexlestar]

Nate: He's a white d- Me: Dead. Nate: What? Me: He's dead Nate: ... Oh.

Context: @chibi-nate and I got on the topic of the Teletubbies because Twinky-Winky appeared in a video he's watching. So I looked up how old the Sun baby was. I then looked up who played the Teletubbies (already knowing who played Po). I mentioned how Dipsy was a black guy and Lala was a guy (I thought the actor was female). When I clicked on Twinky-Winkey the above convo happened.

How suddenly and deadpan I cut Nate off amused him.

[toesuckler]

me in the pussy btw

haha i joke this is winkey the dwarf cat in instagdam. fooled you again ahhah lol

[itzfreckle]

corpse Bride Maya Winkey Meme #ASMR

[nikaizkool]

Hope your doing alright and glad to see you back here!:)*** ( i didnt mean to put a winkey face in the forst one sorry)

😁❤️

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Do you have an HP character that you hate or dislike other than Ginny? I'm curious because you seem kind of neutral toward most characters, so I was wondering if you have one

Yep, a bunch.

Some more controversial than others I guess.

I do want to preface this by saying that I have nothing against anyone who likes any of these characters, liking a fictional character is pretty subjective and I don't really care. I would also like to note there are different ways to like/dislike a fictional character.

1. Due to their personality or morals, i.e. who they are as a person

2. Due to how they are written, i.e. if they function well in their part in the narrative.

As such, there could be characters that are horrible people but are fun and interesting characters, so I love them (such as Voldemort) or characters that are good people who I dislike because I think they're badly written or underwhelming in how they are written compared to what they could've been. Similarly, there are badly written characters I like because they are fun or dislike because I don't vibe with them. So, all this shouldn't be taken all that seriously.

While Ginny definitely has aspects in her personality that I don't like, the main reason I dislike her is how she is written. I like meaner and ruder characters than her because they are interesting and serve their narrative rule well. I consider her a badly written love interest though, so my dislike of her on both fronts, but mostly due to the second category that feeds into the first one. The idea of Ginny could've been alright if she was written better, I wouldn't even care that much if she was mean if she was a more interesting character that felt like a real person (Like Hermione or Harry that have their mean moments, but I love Harry and like Hermione).

Now, onto other characters I dislike from commonly disliked by the fandom to controversial takes:

1. There are typical ones to dislike, like Umbridge, whom I despise as a person, and everything she represents but she's a great villain who serves her role in the narrative brilliantly. She's on this list because I don't find her interesting enough (like Voldemort or Bellatrix) or fun enough (like Rita Skeeter) to like her as a character.

2 & 3. Vernon and Petunia. For obvious reasons I expanded upon here. They are another example of characters you are meant to hate so they are written well for what they need to be. (Though I don't hate Dudley who's also a character you are meant to dislike)

4. Crouch Sr. I don't think this is controversial at all, but Crouch Sr is a git. I mean, sentencing Sirius to Azkaban without trial, everything with his son (even if he was a Death Eater, 12 years in a basement under the Imperius is extreme and Barty probably wished to die), Winkey, etc. So, personality-wise, he sucks. Writing-wise, I think he's great for what he is meant to be in the story. JKR is pretty good at writing characters you just hate the moment they open their mouths and Crouch Sr is one of them.

5. Amos Diggory. He is another member of the "characters you are meant to hate club", so I hate him as a person, which is kind of the point with him. And the only explanation is this entire conversation:

“Harry fell off his broom, Dad,” he muttered. “I told you . . . it was an accident. . . .” “Yes, but you didn’t fall off, did you?” roared Amos genially, slapping his son on his back. “Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman . . . but the best man won, I’m sure Harry’d say the same, wouldn’t you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don’t need to be a genius to tell which one’s the better flier!”

(GoF, Ch6)

Made my blood boil.

6. Fudge is another typical one, but like, I hate that guy's guts. Again, it's because I hate him as a person. As a character, he is what he needs to be, so I have no complaints about how he is written. Being a pathetic, incompetent fool is part of his narrative role. (Again, a character you are meant to hate).

7. Quick round for honorary mentions of the characters you are meant to hate club I dislike that I am not as passionate about my dislike of them but I still actively dislike them: Cormac McLaggen, Marietta Edgecomb, Rufus Scrimgeour, Mundungus, the Carrows.

(Zacharias Smith and Blaise Zabini are also part of the above club, but I love them, so they're not on the list. Fenrir, Rita, and Ludo Bagman aren't on the list because I find them entertaining although the reader is supposed to dislike them. Filch is a useful character and has his fun moments as well, so I'm fine with him. I also like random DE Avery because I like his name)

8. I'm weird about Albus Dumbledore. I think he's an interesting character, though I have some gripes with how he was written, and I would find him infuriating as a person. If I had to talk with Dumbledore irl, I'd have to fight the urge to strangle him (not that I actually would, or could since he's really tall and I doubt I could reach his throat). I understand Tom completely when it comes to wanting to kill Dumbledore.

9. Arabella Figg. Rubs me the wrong way and I don't like her as a person. It might be due to the writing but I never cared enough to analyze my feelings toward her — which are negative. I mean, she didn't do shit to help Harry even though she knew and was in touch with Dumbledore + didn't help him at all with carrying Dudley which would've been in her best interest since it'll get them back to the Dursleys quicker. So, I think she's not a great person who doesn't really care about Harry or is very ignorant and passive — when I need to question whether a character is malicious or incompetent it's not a good thing when the character is supposed to be one of the good guys.

10. Alaster Moody (the real one). I don't think this is a common opinion, but I really don't like the real Moody both as a person and as a character. Writing-wise, he's a little blander than I'd expect from someone like him. Also, after Barty acts him as such a fun character, meeting the real one is kind of a letdown since he isn't as inspirational and fun as the imposter (this is how I figured out I just like Barty Crouch Jr). This is a writing flaw, I think, since you are supposed to like Moody. I think. Personality-wise, I don't like him. He rubbed me off the wrong way, I hate his complete trust and devotion toward Dumbledore, his opinions and treatment of Harry, and his general incompetence:

“Come here, boy,” said Moody gruffly, beckoning Harry toward him with his wand. “I need to Disillusion you.”

(OotP, Ch3) - sounds too much like Vernon for my liking

“Clear night,” grunted Moody, his magical eye scanning the heavens. “Could’ve done with a bit more cloud cover. Right, you,” he barked at Harry, “we’re going to be flying in close formation.

(OotP, Ch3) - an experienced, intelligent auror would not come up with this plan or think this plan is valid. He is a moron and for some reason not treated as such. At least Kingsley has some good ideas throughout the books and shows he's competent, Moody has close to zero competent moments. I think that's a writing flaw though.

“Yeah, well,” said Moody, “there’s something funny about the Potter kid, we all know that.”

(OotP, Ch22) - I do not like the Harry slander. While Moody does things to protect and help Harry (because Dumbledore told him to) I don't think he actually likes Harry much.

11. This is not a very popular opinion, I think, but I don't like Lupin. In both categories. Personality-wise, he's allergic to responsibility and never actually tries to bond with Harry, going out of his way to not mention he was friends with James. He is so stuck in indecision that he allows Sirius, who he thinks is a serial killer to enter the school. And he attempts to run away from his pregnant wife. Writing-wise, I like the concept of Lupin, not the execution. How he is makes sense for what we know about his life, but I find him underwhelming as a character. Mostly, I find him disappointing since he is less interesting of a character than I think he could've been.

(Peter is not on this list as I have no complaints about how he was written for his role in the story. Also, unlike Remus, I didn't expect better from Peter. I was ready to be disappointed by him and he positively surprised me by having a better character arc than Remus. I dislike Remus because I had higher expectations from him and his narrative arc)

Also, this quote from Remus really soured his character for me, which I was indifferent towards until OotP:

Harry, I’ve left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry —” “They won’t,” said Harry. “That you’re safe —” “That’ll just depress them.” “— and you’ll see them next summer.” “Do I have to?” Lupin smiled but made no answer.

(OotP, Ch3)

(I have other characters I find annoying such as Draco, Trelawney, or Colin Creevey, characters I don't really vibe with such as Ollivanders or Pansy, and characters I find dull such as Crabbe and Goyle but I don't actively dislike them enough, like, I'm mostly indifferent to mildly annoyed by them, so they don't count).

[moefug-lyte]

WinKey + X , U, H to hibernate.

Retry later