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sunshinemayhem · 11 months ago

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second chances - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 807

“Sirius, can we talk?” Remus makes an aborted motion at Sirius’s retreating back. James and Peter have already left, and transfiguration doesn't start for another thirty minutes. It’s the best time to have this conversation.

Sirius pauses, then raises an eyebrow, leaning against the door. His face is unreadable.

Remus nods. He’s grateful, at least, that Sirius hasn’t ignored him. “I’m sorry,” he says, unconsciously twisting the hem of his shirt.

Silence.

Remus takes a deep breath. This is harder than expected, but he promised himself he’d stop running away. He looks up, meeting Sirius’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I screwed up. I didn’t think of how I was hurting you. I.. I was afraid. I was so afraid of losing you –of losing what we had– that I chose to break my own heart before you could do it.” In the back of his head, he questions the Sorting Hat’s sanity for the millionth time.

Remus continues, “It’s not an excuse. I really am sorry.” He swallows. “I’m also sorry that I’m here now, putting you in this position, wanting to make up after I recklessly tore us apart.” He laughs, an ugly thing. “Merlin, I’m a selfish bastard, aren’t I? I’m sorry.” He’s long given up on eye contact. Remus stares at the ground, refusing to blink. He takes a deep breath.

“I.. I think I’m in love with you.” Remus thinks he hears a hitch in Sirius’s throat, but he can’t be sure. The next part is difficult, but it needs to be said. He owes it to the years of friendship between them.

His words come out faster. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I get it. Really, I do. I’m a pessimist, I’m flawed, I get in my own head. I’m trying, but I’m not perfect. And- And if you’d rather stay friends, I’ll be okay. Well, not okay but I’ll be fine-” Now it was Remus’s breath hitching. He blinks, then ducks his head, swiping his arm against his eyes. He’s humiliated himself enough.

There’s silence again, but Remus has finished his daily quota of courage. “I guess that’s all I had to say.” he shuffles his feet, lifts his head, looking anywhere but Sirius. He laughs once, bitter. “You know, I’d really appreciate a response.”

It’s quiet. Remus swallows. “I guess silence is an answer.” He screws his face up, willing himself not to cry. He really had fucked up, hadn’t he? He wonders if he’ll be okay.

“You-” He stops. He wants Sirius to leave. He starts again, “You’ll have to give me some time to deal with it, you understa-” Warm hands cup his face, and his words get stuck in his throat. They gently guide him to look forward, and Remus’s eyes widen as he realizes that Sirius –Sirius, who’d rather be humiliated publicly by Snape than cry– has puffy, red eyes. He still looks gorgeous, the git.

“Don’t cry, Moony.” he croaks, voice cracking after being silent for so long. Remus feels him gently cup his cheek, wiping away tears. Oh. He hadn’t realized that he was crying. He guesses willpower can only do so much. He feels exhausted, suddenly.

Sirius is still talking, words tumbling over each other, frenetic. “You shouldn’t ever be sad. Never, never, never–” he cuts himself off. “You deserve to be happy. Always.”

Remus looks away, his face still being held hostage by the tenderness in Sirius’s movements. He can’t be comforted. What Sirius isn’t saying cuts like a sharp edge. He can feel acid at the back of his throat, and curses himself for expecting a different answer.

“Look at me,” Sirius says, his voice gentle. It rarely is, and Remus can’t fight it.

“I think I’m in love with you too.” Remus is caught off guard. There’s no way to misinterpret that. The voices in his head can’t contest it.

“Don’t ever say that you’re not enough.” His voice is steady now. “I’m definitely more flawed than you are. I’m cruel, I’m superficial, I have too many trust issues.” Remus’s eyebrows draw together. He doesn’t agree, but his mouth has decided that that’s enough words for today. Sirius understands, like always. They’d always been like that, having conversations with glances, not needing words. In hindsight, that had become a bad thing when they’d stopped communicating.

“Shh, let me finish. I’m sorry too. I didn’t know you were feeling like this. I noticed that you were acting differently, but I was too afraid that you were having second thoughts about me. I wanted to pretend everything was alright so that it didn’t end. ” Remus, again, wants to interrupt, but he’s stopped by Sirius’s earnest stare.

Sirius leans in. “I’m selfish too,” he whispers, “how about we try again?”

And just like that, Remus dares to hope.

#wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #sirius orion black #remus lupin #remus john lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #this is honestly just dialogue #i love feedback!#wolfstar microfic #my writing

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theonceandfuturequeenoftarts · 11 months ago

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Harry wants it known that he’s at the ministry’s Yule gala under duress. It was all he could do to force himself into his dress robes and make himself presentable; he can’t fathom where he’ll find the energy he needs to get through the rest of the evening.

People he barely knows keep coming up to him – as they always do – to shake his hand, chat with him about this and that, thank him for his role in defeating the dark lord. (Still. He really wishes they’d stop doing that. It’s been more than six years now.)

And then there are pockets of people, staring at him and whispering behind their hands. Another constant in his public appearances, though he imagines the content of their conversations is at least a little different from usual, if not the tone.

He’s just escaped another fan and is looking to make a beeline for the bar when it happens. Harry sees his doom approaching from several metres away but, since they saw him first and he (stupidly) refuses to run away, he stands there like an idiot, wishing he were anywhere else.

“Hi Harry,” Ginny says. It looks like she wants to hug him or get close, and his shoulders stiffen involuntarily. Thankfully, she stays where she is.

“Hullo Ginny,” he replies and, without looking at the man, utters a terse, “Malfoy.”

The smug arse smirks at him. “Potter.”

“How’ve you been?” Ginny asks, which. Rude. If she actually cared about that, she wouldn’t have cheated on him with the git on her arm, but whatever.

“Oh, fine. Y’know, keeping busy.” God, he hates small talk.

Before he can respond with the requisite, ‘And you?’, Malfoy jumps in. “Yes, I suppose you have been, from what I’ve heard.”

Ugh. Fucking Malfoy. Harry wishes he had a drink or seven. He can’t believe he’d rather be caught in another conversation with that weirdo from earlier about his wand-care habits, of all things.

Ginny gently elbows Malfoy in the side with a chiding, “Draco.”

He’s considering the merits of letting himself be ripped apart by the anti-apparition wards to get away from this conversation – splinching himself can’t be much more painful than this – when a hand bearing a very welcome drink appears in front of him. That’ll do for now, though splinching is still on the table. Especially when he follows the hand to the arm up to the face and of course it’s Ri– Tom.

Harry gives him the side-eye, but accepts the drink. “Thanks.”

Tom leans in slightly, just enough so the two in front of them can’t read his lips. “You looked like you might be in need of a rescue.”

And as he pulls back out of Harry’s personal space, he rests a hand low on Harry’s back. Harry tenses for a moment before just accepting that tonight is all about him being as uncomfortable as possible. He takes a gulp of his drink – something dark and spicy. It burns pleasantly.

When he starts paying attention again, he finds Ginny looking at Tom with surprise; Malfoy is looking at the other man with – is that a hint of fear? And Tom is staring them both down, but somehow managing to do it with a veneer of politeness.

“Good evening, Draco,” he says pleasantly. “Ginevra.”

“Riddle.” Malfoy’s greeting is stiff, as is the awkward, aborted bow he gives. Hmm.

“And Harry,” Tom says, turning to look at him fondly. “So good to see you again.”

Hoo boy.

“You,” Harry murmurs from behind the rim of his drink. “Are not subtle.”

Tom takes the opportunity to slide his hand further around Harry’s back, lightly gripping his hip and pulling him closer up against Tom’s side. He returns Harry’s withering look with an undaunted smile. “I wasn’t trying to be.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that.”

“When did you two get so cosy?” Ginny cuts in. Her tone is playful, but there’s more than offhand curiosity lurking beneath.

“Uh.” Shite, he doesn’t ever want Ginny to find out how this started, but especially not in public. Who knows who’s listening in or watching. “We ran into each other by chance a month and a half ago” –actually, he’s how I found out you were fucking Malfoy behind my back– “and we’ve met up a few times since then. It’s nice to have someone… uninvolved to talk to.”

Tom looks amused at that. He’s definitely involved in the demise of Harry’s relationship, and if there’s one thing they haven’t been doing (but probably should), it’s talking.

“I’ve been helping him expand his horizons,” Tom says without apparent innuendo, yet somehow the layered meaning is still obvious. Prat. “Getting him to try new things, keeping him busy.”

“You and half the town,” Malfoy mutters under his breath.

“I see…” Ginny says over him. “Funny how that escaped the rumour mill.”

Harry laughs awkwardly, wishing for a stray lightning bolt to strike and put him out of his misery. “Must not’ve been exciting enough.”

The conversation dies for long enough to become uncomfortable - well, even more so. Malfoy touches Ginny’s elbow and leans down to speak into her ear. Harry seizes their distraction to turn on Tom.

“Are you sure you don’t want to piss on me to mark your territory while you’re at it?” he asks dryly.

Tom wrinkles his nose delicately in disgust. “No need to be crude. Though…” He gives Harry a considering once-over. “I’m not at all opposed to the idea of you carrying my mark. How do you feel about tattoos?”

Harry snorts. “Not a chance.”

The other man tucks his face in close to Harry’s, breath hot against the skin beneath his ear. “What about bruises?”

As though he doesn’t regularly leave an abundance of those on Harry anyway, what with his penchant for treating Harry like a chew toy. Harry shivers all the same, just a little bit. He can feel the barest brush of Tom’s grin against his neck.

Ginny clears her throat pointedly.

“Good to know,” Tom breathes as he pulls back.

Ginny continues trying to talk to him while Malfoy makes the odd snide comment, Tom attempts to meld into Harry’s side while replying for him and being subtly insulting, and Harry tries to become one with the floor. He realises he’s missed a question when he breaks out of his daze to find both Tom and Ginny are watching him expectantly.

“Huh?”

Ginny starts to say something when Tom cuts her off. "Care to dance?"

If looks could kill, Tom would be in a bad way with how Ginny’s glaring at him. "Harry doesn't dance," she says tetchily. Tom doesn't bother with her, waiting for Harry's wary nod.

He looks back at Ginny smugly. "Perhaps yet another new thing to which I can introduce him.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Harry says, grabbing Tom’s wrist and dragging him towards the dance floor. Best to get this over with, and all the better if it means he doesn’t have to speak with anyone else in the meantime.

"She's not wrong," he mutters once they don't have to fear being overheard. "I don't dance.”

"Just follow my lead," Tom replies easily. “Would it be correct to say you don’t particularly care about stepping on my toes?”

Harry stares at him blankly for a moment before he feels a reluctant smile appear on his face. “It might be the one redeeming part of this.”

“The only one?” Tom says archly, pulling him into the correct hold. And, without giving Harry a chance to breathe or think, they’re off in what Harry thinks might be a waltz.

"That was quite the risk you took," Harry says, trying not to stare at his feet and hoping for the best as Tom spins him around the room. He is, oddly enough, a much better dancer when he’s not constantly concerned about crushing someone's foot.

"Was it?"

"Yes. What made you think I wouldn't refuse and let you look foolish?"

He catches sight of a pleased grin on Tom's face from the corner of his eye. "The same thing that made me ask you to dance when I've seen your previous forays. You rise to the occasion when I push you.” He looks at Harry, for a moment, proudly. “I also knew you’d be more than amenable to anything that got you away from those two.”

Harry can’t deny that.

“Now look sharp, and do try to keep up,” Tom says, the hand at Harry’s lower back gripping him a little tighter.

“Wha–?”

And it’s all he can do not to trip over his feet and take them both down in a painful sprawl, but the rush, the heady triumph of making it through the successive, intricate turns, goes straight to his head. Before he can stop himself, Harry lets out a loud peal of laughter, further disrupting the couples around them and drawing sneers and disapproving glances. And he just doesn’t care. Not that he thinks he normally would’ve, but it feels like it’s been ages since he’s felt so light and happy. So, he doesn’t think about the people around him. He doesn’t think about how it’s Tom who’s making him feel this way. He just basks in the sun-warm feeling of contentment – of being okay for the first time in a while.

(One night)

#harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #fic snippet #the fic itself contains smut #and infidelity #(not between hjp and tmr)#but tom is objectionable in other ways #harry deserves better than these numpties

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dolconfessionsss · 3 months ago

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Devil here again! Thanks a lot for your answers! Yeah, I'm basically on the opposite side of escapism where I try to torture myself with every media I engage with. It's a rather unique way of engaging with media and it worries some. But It's what I enjoy. I try to learn and compare and engage with most media like I would philosophy. There is a **LOT** to do about the game. Lots of big things need updates, reworks, etc, one of which is the combat system that's being worked on too. The Baileys daddy-issues thing taken out of context is far worse than what it actually is. Inside the server basically all the Bailey fans are well aware that fatherly issues are a large draw towards characters like Bailey, Eden and even Avery. A friends server I'm in even uses custom stickers for "Daddy Issues Club". The Abortion thing, yeah, it's hard to properly explain things to many different people many different times and attrition just wears down peoples energy and drive, so sometimes things just start getting brushed off and hit with a "No because we said so." The Evilness and Rudeness has toned down a lot, some still remains but that is in general part of the culture, I've become well aware I can't be that way to everyone and to better read the room. The thing about peoples social media I've stopped doing. Yeah it's public but still, I'm an admin, this is a big server, it's just rude. Instead we've started DMing people we see with a lot of linked accounts or if we see private info on them to alert them in private that they might be in danger of people seeing things they don't want seen. Puris aesthetic is very much yellow and angel based, but yeah, no self-inserts in DOL. We are very much against that given the themes of the game. Sydneys whole thing is that their fate is decided by others. They are rather spineless and the Temple has dictated their entire life up until they met the Player/PC. At that point now Sydneys life is in the players hands. But no matter what we as the players do Sydney is doomed to a life of danger and pain. When it comes to contributions they are reviewed and approved by Contribution Managers which are trusted and experienced individuals. These CMs talk to people, teach them, give them notes on how to edit scenes. Once these scenes are completed and reviewed they are put into the pipeline to be coded into the game by our Coders. They send Merge Requests to the Git, where these merge requests are usually checked once more and then approved by Puri or Vrel and such. Before all this it was far easier for people to sneak things in. Edens OOC soft content, Trans-Coded Robin content, basically **ALL** of Morgan and his...incestious rat-eating.

Ooh, a rework on the combat system? 👀✨ Now that's something I would genuinely look forward to, since I built a story of my PC being a kind of fighter who plays filthy dirty hehehe >:)

Once again I have to ask: no Mommy Issues Club? 🥺 In all seriousness, it does tells about the fandom - or at least the server specifically - that there's more emphasis on problematic fatherly figure than motherly ones :0c

Oh yes, exactly one-on-one with how I view Sydney's whole character <3 They have absolutely no control over their own life, they are just switching control from the Temple to PC. What an absolutely self-destructing cutie, I love them so much 💖✨

The contribution system sounds really interesting! How are the Contribution Managers chosen? Were they handpicked personally, or were there application out for anyone to apply for it? And now I have to ask: from the sound of it, Morgan's everything is a mess. How did their character got so 'bad' to this point? I feel like Eden's Soft OOC-Ness and Robin's Trans-Codedness (appearently? Never notice that huh) doesn't seem as bad as Morgan?

Also wait, Trans-Coded Robin moments? I am probably just blind but I'd love if anyone can point out what these moments are because I do not notice any of them 👁👄👁

#sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity confessions

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aqg-arts · 11 months ago

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Anyone wanna my 2 cents on Jade Shadows?

Spoilers bellow frens ;3

So, right off the bat (before I put my personal personal thoughts out there), we need to acknowledge the criticism and outright discomfort this quest had.

Some of the criticism this quest got is something I can agree with. Specifically; Jade Shadow's needed more time. 100%. Let them cook, or more importantly, let the story cook and maybe even burn a bit to give us some crispy, smokin hot parts.

The little footnote at the end of the quest saying we have 'more questions than answers'? We get it, you're self-conscious, but that doesn't give you an excuse for not giving me Stalker. PERIOD, BITCH.

Jest aside, srsly, we needed to know more about Jade, Stalker, what happened to them, baby Orion (Halo possessed me in that moment, iykyk), etc. People needed to get invested in the characters, especially because this is a quest so close to being like Sacrifice on its level of storytelling...

Had it been able to have just 30+ minutes longer.

Onto the 2nd part of the criticism, birthing sim:

I'll be honest, as someone who was thinking of even going into being a midwifery/allied health, it didn't freak me out as much as it did others. But that's just one side of it. The other is how people say Jade's agency was ignored.

I'll be honest, this is just wrong. It's not media illiteracy by any means, but rather pure ignorance. Why?

Because her agency is declared.

When?

"... you're going to be a father." OH, and the fact she literally wanted the baby. There are plenty of people who can explain it better than that, and whilst I acknowledge people may feel this way, this was, in fact, not what happened.

Also, this quest is not pro-life, nor is it anything related to that. If it was, I assure you, you would have a majority of the fan base up and walk. Take a chill pill. If you want to attack something for being pro-life, go help out at an abortion clinic with crowd control or smth. Because once you see that, you'll understand just how wrong you are.

It's not subtle.

It's not in between the lines.

It doesn't exist.

The end. Period. Fullstop.

The criticism is fair, but going so far as to say those are the undertones is just not on. Not only are you lying about something, but you are also disrespecting the very real women whom have had their agency denied in one way or another.

Now, that's not the only criticism about it, but those are just a few things you may see floating on tumblr. Again, both are ok and fair. But when you start to spread lies or ignore what actually happened, you're part of the problem, not the solution.

Now, onto the fun stuff!

Imo, aside from what was stated before, the quest was actually pretty fun and interesting. The pair make an interesting concept, especially now with the lil fugly bean, which has stolen a place in my cold, brainrotted heart. I think I like the Corpus Cap the most- pls marry me, pls. Oh, an Hunhow? Let me hug him. Let me give him a home on my ships. Let me tell him he can be my bestie!!!

Back to Stalker, though, I really hope we see more of him, especially now he's git a VA.

Speaking of, homie didn't get to speak often, but God did it hit home when he did. You can feel how desperate he is, then when he gets his answers, how lost he is. Finally, resolution and love ehen he names his lil kid at the end.

Music was on point, too. I can't listen to it tho bc Ik ima be sobbing lol. It was so beautiful!!!!!!!

Lorewise, however, I have so many fucking questions, but in the funny haha/good way.

Was jade pregnant b4 being a wf? If not, Stalker...

Why was their relationship shamed upon? Was Jade a Dax and him, well, him? Or was it because they weren't married? What was it that made the Orokin make em into Warframes? Also, Ballas, man, we know your hypocritical ass is in this shit too.

Also, Umbra and Helminth are confirmed to roam around the Orbiter, and vc Umbra is my main, this is a personal achievement. Now let us see it happen, and I'll be DE's 4 life.

But seriously, TL;DR:

Jade Shadow's was a good quest, it just needed to cook slightly longer. And, until we get more Umbra x Stalker from DE (bros b4 all), I'll be on AO3 in 3 (maybe 4) tags.

See in the next Stalker stan post :)

#jade shadows #jade shadows spoilers #warframe jade #wf stalker

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facelessoldgargoyle · 1 month ago

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Shit like this drives me crazy. Being able to argue for your point is important, actually. Like I get that this is supposed to be about niche situations where someone is unwilling to be persuaded and uses complicated language to avoid conceding the point, but to be honest, bad arguments are far more common.

Not to be an asshole, but git gud!! Persuasion is a learned skill, and it reflects how much you actually understand what you believe. If you can’t explain why access to abortion is important, then you are likely to be swayed by people who can articulate themselves.

#making this unrebloggable because it’s kind of mean #I don’t want a million people jumping down my throat about intellectual disabilities #op

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buttered-baguette-writes · 6 months ago

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Snakes Den

Part 2!

Harry was thrilled that it was the weekend. He couldn’t deal with anymore classes, already dreading homework that hadn’t been assigned yet. His professors were already giving him looks because it was obvious he was not one hundred percent there.

He was also glad he didn’t have to immediately deal with all the whispers. Because there were always whispers about him.

He hated it.

So, he slept in. His bed was suspiciously comfortable in the new dorm – it made him curious about Slytherin house rules on charms.

He skipped breakfast altogether, not even sneaking into the kitchen to badger the elves for a small snack. He simply lounged about his new, temporary, home.

Things weren’t bad down in the dungeons. The room was spacious enough that three grown boys wouldn’t trip over each other. The beds were heaven to sleep in and the curtains were a pretty pattern – something nice to look at when he couldn’t sleep. The eighth years even had their own attached bathrooms. Hell, they had a fireplace in their room, plus it had a working floo-call point. And Harry was pretty sure he saw a note saying they were allowed to transfigure the three sad armchairs that were in front of the fireplace.

His dorm in Gryffindor was the same as it had always been. It hadn’t been working for him.

The private shower, on the other hand, most certainly was.

Which is how he ended up shirtless, rummaging through his trunk for a shirt, when his roommates strolled through the door.

A collection of books, scrolls and quills went clattering to the floor. They laid abandoned as both Malfoy and Zabini stared at Harry’s exposed chest.

“Those are runes,” Malfoy said to no one in particular. He stepped over the pile of stuff, arm twitching in an aborted movement. “And so many of them too...”

“Uh...” Harry hastily found a shirt, the tag scratching his chest. But that feeling was nothing compared to the nerves rattling his entire body because Malfoy was still staring at his chest.

Zabini hummed. “You’ve been dabbling in the Dark Arts.”

“Dabbling. Honestly Blaise. He has clearly done more than that.”

“Well, we don’t know if those hurt or not.”

Malfoy scoffed, not even turning his head to look at his friend. “Don’t be daft. Those were perfectly done. Perfectly healed.”

Zabini crossed his arms, scowling at the back of his friend’s head. “You’re the expert,” he said snarkily.

“Between our families someone has to.”

Before the pair could continue their bickering, Harry interrupted. “Are you going to include me in this conversation at all?” He asked, and after a moment he added, “Are you going to tell someone?”

Malfoy blinked once, twice, thrice. “You’re an idiot,” he said, finally tearing his eyes away from the other man’s chest. Levitating the clutter on the floor, Malfoy moved towards the fireplace, muttering under his breathe.

Zabini suddenly let out a laugh, followed immediately with a sigh. “This is going to be a long year.” He paused on Harry’s face. “We won’t tell anyone. Slytherins are great secret keepers,” he said with an eyeroll. He turned to the door, calling out as he did so. “I’m getting Pansy!”

“So…” Harry said, drawing out the ‘o’ as he put his shirt on the right way.

“If you ask me another stupid question, I will hex you,” Malfoy replied immediately, not even looking up from what he was doing.

Harry rolled his eyes, ungraciously flopping into the armchair next to Malfoy. He winced when he landed on a piece of wood, the cushioning non-existent. “You know a lot about the Dark Arts then?” he asked. Almost immediately he let out a yelp, rubbing his now sore and stinging thigh. “What the hell you git!?”

“I told you,” Malfoy said, finally looking back up at Harry. “Ask a stupid question, you get hurt.”

“It wasn’t a stupid question,” Harry huffed. He sunk further into his chair.

Malfoy raised a brow in response.

“Sue me for wanting to double check so I don’t make a fool out of myself.”

Malfoy didn’t hesitate to say, “You don’t need any help with that.” The smirk on his lips was clear in his tone.

“No.” Harry sat upright, unable to keep still under the other boy’s gaze. “You do all the work, you damn manipulative snake.”

Malfoy’s smirk only grew. “Careful, Potter, you’re one too now.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to act like you.”

“Well you’re here for a reason.” Malfoy rolled his eyes, adding, “Obviously.”

“Are you going to be a git this entire year?” Harry asked. For a second, he sounded tired – truly done with any form of conflict.

“For your information, I am charming, Potter. Do you know what that word means?”

“You are the opposite of charming. Can you at least be bloody civil with me?”

“I won’t murder you in your sleep,” Malfoy stated, body language screaming disappointment. When he got nothing but a glare in return, he sighed deeply. Potter was no fun. “Fine. Oh, you’ll need to look out for the first years a lot.”

“Sure? Why would I do that?” Harry didn’t know why the blonde would even care. He had seen Slytherins tease, and prank, and frame innocent students from the other houses. First years included.

“Don’t be daft. You know how we’re treated. Even if we don’t like each other, us snakes keep an eye out because no one else will.”

And that – well, that put a wrench in what Harry thought Slytherin was. He didn’t trust that they wouldn’t turn on their own housemates, but the idea that they look out for each other, and specifically the young ones, was different. It made him wonder if some of the things he saw in the previous years was simply the older students trying to protect the young ones.

If he was being honest, he had never cared – or thought – about the bullying until his life turned upside down. He could no longer stand by while some random, innocent second year was berated for their house.

Harry’s next words were soft. “I figured the bullying would stop after the war.”

“Circe. I may just strangle you.”

“Hey!” Harry’s sombre mood disappeared as quick as it came.

The door was suddenly thrown open, interrupting the pair. Zabini and Parkinson strolled into the room.

“Oh good, you two haven’t killed each other,” Parkinson said, face bored but eyes curious.

“Yet,” Malfoy added. The tips of Parkinson’s lips tipped upwards.

“You just promised not to kill me!”

“In your sleep. I may well still while you’re awake.”

“Okay boys,” Parkinson interrupted. She merely rolled her eyes at the harsh glares that were directed her way. “I’m here for Dark Runes, not squawking.”

“Why should I even be talking to you lot about this?” Harry asked her, eyes narrowing at the young lady.

Parkinson looked him up and down, eyes calculating. It was as if she was putting together all the pieces of Harry and dissecting them again, finding weaknesses. She seemed like the type of woman to know everything about you – whether it be against your will or not.

“We’re the only ones to talk to. I know you’re not daft, Potter, so stop acting like it,” Pansy all but scolded him.

And Harry didn’t have a comeback for that. He knew it was the truth. The first person he had tried to ask was Malfoy of all people. Deflating into his chair even more, Harry crossed his arms, trying to not look eager. “Well, that doesn’t explain you guys being nice – civil.”

The three (original) Slytherins shared a look before replying with something about their house code. Then, taking turns, Parkinson mentioned she was supposed to be making good connections, and her family would see him as the best one possible. Both Zabini and Malfoy said their families would hate the mere idea that they would be friendly with each other, and that delights them to no end. Quietly, Malfoy added that one simply cannot fake the arts.

Zabini and Parkinson rolled their eyes.

Parkinson leaned slightly out of her seat, reaching across Malfoy, bringing one hand up to cover her mouth partially. She stared directly at Harry, a smirk playing on her lips. “Draco here is attracted to power. Dark magical power even more so,” she mock whispered, pulling back into her seat before the blonde could swat at her. She laughed as her friend started turning red.

“I’m going to murder you one day,” Malfoy said, pointing a spindly finger at her.

Parkinson waved him off. “In your dreams, darling.” She then moved the conversation back to runes.

She started off by talking about her own experience with them. She personally didn’t have any, but her mother had quite a few – most of them to do with healing and protection. Most of her relatives on her mothers’ side experimented in the Arts and had at least one rune either on their skin or on a tool. Her father’s side of the family, however, were more hesitant to utilise the Arts. Not after one of her uncles died trying to put a rune on his skin.

“He was a terrible man, though, and an incompetent wizard.” Although she didn’t say it, everyone knew from her tone she was glad the man was forever gone from her life.

“My mom,” Zabini started, immediately shooting Malfoy a look that had the blonde keeping his mouth shut. At least for now. “Doesn’t care for them. She has her specialities. I think mamma has them on her brewing tools though.”

Harry sat there, taking in the information. When the room went quiet, he turned to Malfoy.

“What?”

“Your turn,” Harry said.

Malfoy scoffed but complied. In his own way. “My father was fascinated with, him. And my mother was a Black. Need I say more?”

“Not if you’re going to act like that.”

“I’ve read some of her notes on the Dark Arts,” Harry said. It was comical how all heads whipped to stare at him – there should have been sound effects. It was then his turn to explain his own relationship with the Dark Arts. He didn’t tell them everything, obviously, but he told them all about the library. If someone was going to appreciate the magic of Grimmauld Place, it was going to be the three other people in the room.

It felt nice talking to them about it. It felt nice to talk to someone who didn’t think he was insane or ‘infected’ from the horcrux. Well, other than the twins of course.

Parkinson stood from her seat, stretching out with her arms above her head. She hummed to herself before starting to turn towards the door. “Come on Potter.”

Harry was scrambling out of his seat to follow her before he realised what he was doing. He opened his mouth to say something, but the girl beat him to it.

“We’re getting food. Come along,” she said, already halfway out the door.

Harry walked with her side-by-side as they made their way through lesser used hallways that led to the great hall. The comfortable silence that covered them grew tense with each step that brought them closer. His back hurt from straining his muscles, jaw clenched, his hands in fists in his pant pockets. As soon as the pair got past the threshold, the murmurs immediately started. Harry tried his damned hardest to not listen as he let Parkinson pile plates of food into his arms while she talked with one of the Slytherin girls. Harry didn’t know how long it took for them to start the trek back to the dungeons, but it felt like an eternity.

Before they got too far away, a familiar head of brown hair popped into view.

“Hey, Harry! Parkinson,” Neville greeted. He looked at the girl curiously but friendlier than most other people. Neville was a smart lad. If his friend was being civil with her, he would too because he trusted Harry’s intuition. And most importantly, Harry was his friend.

“Longbottom.” At least Parkinson was being surprisingly polite.

Harry smiled cautiously at his friend. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know what happened over ‘break’, or what’s going on with you, Hermione, and Ron, but I’m here if you want to talk? You know I don’t care what you do? You out of everyone deserves a break mate,” Neville said with a warm smile on his face. He meant every word.

Harry felt himself relax a little, something warm in his chest. “Thanks, Nev.”

Neville gave him one last smile before leaving the pair to it.

Harry had a little bit more hope for the year to come.

“Do you mind if I call you Harry?” Parkinson suddenly asked when they were almost to the dorms.

Harry fumbled a step. “No? Why would you want to though?”

“We’re going to spend a year together, and keeping up pretences can be so tiring,” she said. Honestly, on some days she couldn’t stand all the propriety and manners.

Harry shrugged.

Part 1 // Part 3

#fanfic #fic #drarry #draco x harry #dark arts #dark magic #eighth year #snakes den #slytherin skittles #strained friendship golden trio

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Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and today we will be talking about my Audrey || x Mouthwashing AU (I watched some Markiplier yesterday)

Ok so for anyone who doesn’t know: Mouthwashing is a game about a space crew of five crashing. It’s a horror and the trigger warnings are talk about rape and rape enabling, pregnancy related to that, gore, suicide, murder, a bit of cannibalism, and hallucinations. There’s a LOT to it, but that’s the bare bones I guess.

So in my AU, (is Irresponsible Plant Food a good name?) Pony Express, the company they work for and the whole reason they’re in space, has acquired a baby Audrey ||. They order the crew to take care of it and study it, if all goes well they also plan on getting more and selling it as a tropical space plant. So Jimmy, (Jimmy sucks and is one of the main characters), says that Anya should take care of it. Anya is an aspiring nurse who while really talented and intelligent has failed med school. He says she should be the one responsible for it so she can “prove” her abilities as a nurse, Curly (the Captain and enabler), agrees with the logic so Anya’s left with taking care of it completely. Daisuke probably visits Audrey || and talks to it, but I doubt he knows shit about taking care of a plant so he can’t really help. Anya doesn’t either, so she’s left feeling discouraged and starts doubting her abilities as a nurse.

(Yes, you get to see some of my messy art.)

Audrey || does grow up to around his Feed Me (Git It!) size around when they crash, probably fed off of paper cuts Anya has gotten and maybe blood bags if there’s any around. So Anya’s almost version of the song is her convincing Anya to feed it Jimmy, he’s a piece of shit anyway and they can tell she’s thought about it before. She feels guilty for the fact that it’s true, but she does get convinced and goodbye, Jimmy!

(Audrey || design’s based off a cool one I found when looking for a reference. Also I couldn’t find a good reference for the second drawing, so ignore that—)

After that, the next victim’s Curly. Sure, he claims to be her friend, but he enabled Jimmy, her literal abuser. So yeah, she convinces Anya to use him as her next meal. Curly doesn’t resist, but he really wouldn’t have been able to anyway considering how much the crash disabled him. I actually wrote a monologue for Anya for this part as well as some lyrics, so here!

After this, I’m thinking there’s two endings like there is to Little Shop of Horrors.

The good ending, and the one I originally came up with, is Audrey ||’s still craving for more and tells Anya she should feed him Swansea next. Swansea’s tough on the outside but a good guy deep down, so she refuses and explains she cares about him. They basically argue over it until Anya decides that she has to kill him, using Swansea’s axe to do so. Considering it’s a good ending, they probably get recused some time after he dies.

Trigger warning for abortion and death for the bad ending: Audrey || still asks for Swansea, but Anya, knowing she’s pregnant and not wanting a kid, tells him they should just attempt to abort the baby and have him eat it instead. Anya’s aware the probability of her surviving this is extremely low, but she’s at peace with this and feels if she dies, she deserves it. She unfortunately dies, Audrey || eating her and the rest of the crew.

Basically a summary/TLDR, this AU has also made me realize that Anya and Audrey would definitely be besties!

Sorry this was so long, this is what happens when my autistic ass combines two hyperfixiations 😭 Hopefully you at least enjoyed. Have a lovely day! :D

I might make some fanart fer this AU a'yours, if you don' mind that is. Love love love this concept, it's fuckin awesome.

Anya n Audrey would 100% be besties.

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mentalisttraceur-software · 2 years ago

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I would really love it if there was a Magit "tutorial" for Git experts and proficient power users, written mostly in terms of Git shell commands and how Magit improves on them.

Assume we already know how to do everything Magic can do manually - with the Git CLI and other manual actions. Assume we've got our shell ergonomics polished to the point that it takes us 3-6 keystrokes to run most commands. Assume we've got a great interface for moving through, searching, and copying the text output from Git commands.

Now what does Magit get us? What's faster or more ergonomic? Where do we save keystrokes or manual steps? Where do we save mental labor? What relevant info is more accessible at the right times and places?

For example,

if you want to stage lines more granularly than "git add -p" can split, in Magit if you have lines in the diff selected and hit stage, only those lines are staged;

when you go to write your commit message, Magit automatically shows you the diff beside the commit message, which is surprisingly more helpful than you might realize until you've experienced no longer having to remember with your brain what you just staged;

Magit remembers recent commit messages for you, so for example if you abort a commit and then wish you could get the message you typed back, it's just couple keystrokes away.

What else?

#software #git #magit #emacs

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fromdevcom · 9 days ago

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A Version Control System (VCS) is an essential tool for almost any development team that needs to track changes in their source code.Git was developed back in 2005 and today is by far the most commonly used VCS—almost all development teams that need to version and archive their source code use Git. Today, we will cover a few of the most common Git errors and discuss how you can potentially avoid or fix them.Fatal: Not a Git Repository (or any of the Parent Directories)This is one of the most common errors, especially for newcomers to Git. Let’s suppose you want to run git status in a particular directory:$ git statusfatal: not a git repository (or any of the parent directories): .gitFatal: not a git repository indicates that the command cannot be executed because the current directory is not a Git directory. Usually, you get this error due to one of two reasons.You forgot to initialize the repository as a Git repository using git initYou are in the wrong directory. (You can check your current work directory using PWD. It’s quite common for people to forget to change directories when cloning a Git repository.)Fatal: Refusing to Merge Unrelated HistoriesAnother very common error after git pull or git merge is the one shown below:fatal: refusing to merge unrelated historiesThis usually can happen mainly for one of two reasons:The .git directory got corrupted. This hidden directory contains information relevant to your project that is being version controlled (for example, information about commits, remote repositories, etc.). If the directory is corrupted, Git is unaware of the local history. Thus, the error is reported when you try to push to or pull from a remote repository.You are trying to pull from a remote repository that already has committed while you have also created a new repository locally and added commits. In such a case, the error is reported since Git is unaware of how these two are related (they are interpreted as two distinct projects).If this is the case, you need to provide the --allow-unrelated-histories flag. For example,$ git pull origin master --allow-unrelated-historiesThere’s also a chance of getting this error when you are trying to rebase and require a different treatment.$ git rebase origin/developmentfatal: refusing to merge unrelated historiesError redoing merge 1234deadbeef1234deadbeefThe process of combining commits to a new base commit is called rebasing. In other words, rebasing changes the branch’s base to a different commit so that it appears as if you have created a branch from that particular commit. The diagram below illustrates how rebasing work in Git.When git rebase fails with this error, rebase does not get aborted. It is still in progress. So, you can instead intervene manually.$ git statusinteractive rebase in progress; onto 4321beefdeadThe last command done (1 command done): pick 1234deadbeef1234deadbeef test merge commitTo solve this issue, you first need to merge and commit, and finally, force rebase to continue:$ git merge --allow-unrelated ORIGINAL_BRANCH_THAT_WAS_MERGED --no-commit$ git commit -C ORIGINAL_MERGE_COMMIT$ git rebase --continueXcrun: Error: Invalid Active Developer PathThis is a common error for OSX users that becomes even more frequent when a new major OSX release is made. The error is reported when you attempt to run any git command. For example,$ git statusxcrun: error: invalid active developer path (/Library/Developer/CommandLineTools), missing xcrun at: /Library/Developer/CommandLineTools/usr/bin/xcrunThe issue is related to the XCode Command Line Tools version that needs to be updated to resolve the error. To do so, open the terminal and run:$ xcode-select --installThe response should be:xcode-select: note: install requested for command line developer toolsSimultaneously, a pop-up window will appear on your screen asking you to confirm that you want to install command line developer tools.Simply click install, wait for the installation to complete, and open a new terminal session.

Git commands should now work as expected.Fatal: Unable to Create ‘.git/index.lock’: File ExistsWhen a git process crashes in one of your Git repositories, you may see the following error when you attempt to run a git command thereafter:fatal: Unable to create '/path/to/.git/index.lock': File exists.If no other git process is currently operational, that implies a git process crashed in this repository earlier.You can quickly fix this by manually removing the file:$ rm -f .git/index.lockError: Pathspec Did Not Match any File(s) Known to GitUsually, when you create a new branch using, say, the web UI of GitHub, and go back to your local terminal to checkout to the branch using the following command$ git checkout mybranchyou may get this error:error: pathspec 'mybranch' did not match any file(s) known to git.This usually means that your local repository is not updated with the latest information for the remote Git repository. To fix the issue, you need to fetch the information for the newly created branch:$ git fetchNow, git checkout should work fine.Permission Denied (Publickey)To clone remote repositories to your local machine, you need to ensure that you have properly configured authentication.At times, when you attempt to clone a repo, you get the following response:$ git clone [email protected]/username:test.gitInitialized empty Git repository in `/path/to/test/.git/`Permission denied (publickey).fatal: The remote end hung up unexpectedlyNow, there are potentially a couple of ways to resolve this issue. The easiest way is probably to use HTTPS instead to clone the repository to your local machine, which requires no public key validation:$ Alternatively, if you still need to use SSH to clone the repository, you’ll have to generate SSH public and private keys to configure proper authentication. To do so, make sure to follow the steps below.Navigate to your local .ssh directory and run ssh-keygen to generate keys$ cd ~/.ssh && ssh-keygenNow, copy the content of the generated file id_rsa.pub# OSX$ cat id_rsa.pub | pbcopy# Linux$ cat id_rsa.pub | clip# Windows$ cat id_rsa.pub | clipAdd the key to the appropriate section on the GitHub websiteMake sure your git configuration is correct$ git config --global user.name "your-user-name"$ git config --global user.email [email protected] you should now be able to clone the remote repository using SSH. For more details, you may refer to GitHub documentation.Final ThoughtsIn today’s article, we explored a few of the most common errors in Git. For each of them, we discussed potential reasons as to why these errors are being triggered and how to fix them.Git is a potent tool and is way more complicated than it looks. The community is great, and the internet is full of resources to help you resolve any issue you may have with Git.

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spinelessfromthestart · 5 months ago

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I think if James git a girl pregnant he'd be like fuckkk dude abort that thang. however. and hear me out.if James got lars pregnant or vise versa he'd be like "no we have to keep it. I'm serious we can't kill it lars we need to raise it"

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screaming-into-my-void · 1 year ago

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A complete list of valid english words that are alphabetical

abbe

abbes

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abbey

abbot

Abel

abet

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ably

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Abu

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aby

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Ann

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berry

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cent

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deity

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Emmy

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filo

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Lou

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mort

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Motty

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moz

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Mrs

mux

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noops

nor

nosy

not

now

noy

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ops

opt

ort

oxy

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pry

psst

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sty

tux

there has got to be more words in alphabetical order than first. i have to make more bits in my coloring of the talliee

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#sorry #im avoiding doing work in class because its boring and i have a list of english words just sitting there #and the python code really isnt hard so i just #did it #then went through that list and removed all the misspelled words because my words list is from an online corpus of english

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Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning!

I hope everyone is having a splendid morning. I began composing this post while my coffee was brewing. My cup is now in hand. That means the old noggin will wake up so I can finish. ☕️

Waxy

This morning, I was shaken to learn Heather B. Hamilton (formerly Heather Armstrong) aka Dooce is no longer with us. I learned the news from a post to her Instagram, confirmed by several friends after and then the Associated Press, announcing the tragic news that she died yesterday at the age of 47.

I think this caught most of us off guard. Dooce was one of the folks I followed in my early blogging days and was very influential to blogs in general. She wasn’t just a Mommy blogger.

RIP Heather. 🧡

Vox

Donald Trump has just been found liable for sexual battery against journalist E. Jean Carroll.

Good for E. Jean Carroll. I’m glad she made a large withdrawal from the bank of Trump. The man clearly doesn’t respect women, he doesn’t respect anything, except maybe Putin.

I hope more women come forward for their day in court now. This man deserves to be shamed at every turn so normal people see what a disgusting human being he is.

Cars are so darned expensive. I have no idea how anyone can afford a new one. Kim and I have purchased one new car in our 35 year marriage and she took it back a week later because she didn’t like it. The car was $15,000.00 out the door.

Good thing she took it back. It was a Saturn. 😆

WPE WebKit Blog

In the previous post in this series, we explained that WPE is a WebKit port optimized for embedded devices. In this post, we’ll dive into a more technical overview of the different components of WPE, WebKit, and how they all fit together.

I’m a sucker for articles about porting software and making it run on many platforms. This piece is a 30,000 foot view of WPE and a short read if you like this kind of stuff. Plus it has a nice little diagram. Always a plus in my book. 🖼️

Jezebel

A Texas man, 22, was arrested on Wednesday evening for fatally shooting his 26-year-old girlfriend for traveling to Colorado to get an abortion, the Dallas Morning News reported on Friday.

Texas is full of absolutely insane people packing guns on their hip.

Look, a woman’s body is hers and hers alone. Sure you could ask, even beg, her not to get an abortion if you’re the father of the child but ultimately it’s her body, her choice.

Your choice is to stay and support her decision or walk away.

This man chose to take her life and destroy his. Poor choice dude.

Republican politicians love to say we have a mental health crisis that causes these senseless crimes. Why is Texas so full of mentally unstable people with guns? Texas needs better leadership or we should boot it out of our Union. 🤬

Ned Batchelder

At work, we work in GitHub pull requests that get merged to the main branch. We also have twice-yearly community release branches, and a small fraction of the main-branch changes need to be copied onto the current release branch.

It’s surprising how powerful git is. Ned has put together a great little guide for how one might cherry pick their commits.

There are so many ways to manage code changes and branches. This is one of many and worth your time to read if you’re a developer of software.

Oh, and it has beautiful diagrams to illustrate what he’s talking about. 👨‍🍳💋

Rolling Stone

CNN Is Hosting a Town Hall for a Guy Who Tried to Get Me Killed

This piece is by Officer Michael Fanone. Mr. Fanone was one of the Capitol Police Officers tasked with protecting the Capitol on January 6th and had a front row view of the violence of that day.

He’s right, CNN shouldn’t provide a stage for a domestic terrorist. TFG should be tossed in prison and disqualified from holding public office, but no, we’re gonna let him run for President again know full well he’ll destroy our democracy if he wins.

Officer Fanone is lucky to be alive. 🍀

Pixelfed is the Fediverse version of Instagram. Like Mastodon it doesn’t have a corporate master and anyone can host their own server.

I’m not sure why Instagram would see it as a threat, but here we are. 😂

The Next Web

The UK bank analysed its internal customer fraud data between 2021 and 2022. It found that the Meta-owned sites and apps account for a whopping 80% of all scam cases within its three biggest fraud categories: purchase, impersonation, and investment fraud.

I have a feeling Mark Zuckerberg was thrilled when Space Karen took over Twitter because it’s been such a mess nobody is talking about how terrible Facebook is.

crnković

How I accidentally breached a nonexistent database and found every private key in a ‘state-of-the-art’ encrypted messenger.

Buyer beware. Companies can make claims about how awesome their technology is and it could be janky. This is a prime example. It looks like the company is lying to hide their flaws or maybe they don’t know what they’re doing?

WBOI

Students at Carroll High School announced last week they would be putting on an independent production of the play canceled by administration earlier this year.

These kids had their school play shut down because it included a non-binary character and a gay couple.

This is the world we live in and we can choose to love people for who they are, not shame them.

This will, of course, go down in history as a head scratcher in future generations. They’ll wonder why we were so stupid to be so afraid.

Apple Press Release

CUPERTINO, CALIFORNIA Apple today unveiled Final Cut Pro and Logic Pro for iPad.

I’ll be interested to know how many Audio and Video Professionals make use of these new apps. Hopefully we will see some great reviews from folks who actually do this kind of work.

I love their pricing. Yearly for $49.00 US or $4.99 per month US. It’s great because you can subscribe for a month and try it out. If it works for you great! You can subscribe for a year. If not you’ve lost $4.99. Not bad.

I’ve decided if I ever get around to writing my next app I will be using this pricing model. It should allow for constant updates throughout the year and no need to worry about batching up a bunch of big features for that big one time new version sale.

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unsentimentaltranslator · 8 days ago

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i think it's important to address that, yes, lots of women have wealth, race and social class privilege over other men. it's dumb to deny it and it doesn't water down feminism one bit.

Don't even bother.

We all know that "men oppress women" and "other oppressor classes, which contain women, oppress other oppressed classes, which contain men" aren't mutually exclusive, but in practice, it is left wing men's absolute favourite way of stomping feminism out entirely.

I have seen left wing men calling women racist and classist for speaking out about street harassment and violence despite the fact that the majority of street harassment and sexual harassment I have experienced was from white men in a neighbourhood that is fucking NOTORIOUS for being full of white, class-privileged gits.

I have seen left wing men calling women ableist for speaking out against the unequal division of household labour despite the fact that not only do abled men do it all the fucking time, it has historically been the foundation of society for fucking millennia and is literally the basis of the Taliban's oppression of Afghan women and girls today (along with sex slavery).

I have seen left wing men reacting to the United States' abortion bans with "well, rich white women can go to Canada or Mexico so they're the real enemies!"

And as Radblr has extensively covered, the trans issue has been used to erase any acknowledgment of and recourse for sex-based oppression in and of itself.

So I have instituted Air New Zealand style restrictions on the checking of any group of women's privilege:

If you're fighting against misogyny, I will check two 23kg items of privilege.

If you're not fighting against misogyny but you're not doing women any harm (protests against the Colonial Principles Bill in New Zealand, etc.) I will check one 23kg item of privilege.

If you're actively trying to trample on my rights, especially if you're male, you get nothing. Period (pun intended).

the strawmans i see by american TRAs on tumblr are insane but i want to focus on the "women are not oppressed"

i think it's important to address that, yes, lots of women have wealth, race and social class privilege over other men. it's dumb to deny it and it doesn't water down feminism one bit.

in fact i think denying it and presenting women as this ever suffering sex is a big mistake, one that i made when i was younger. because it obscures reality and feminist victories just as much as denying our oppression does. lots of women are living happy and successful lives and they must be celebrated as well.

another mistake is recurring to historical data, sure, everyone should know that women were basically objects up until two days ago, historically speaking, but that won't impress misogynists because they see it as a far away thing, just like racists like to repeat ad nauseam that "slavery ended 200 years ago" therefore no more racism.

modern misogynists, both men and women, have fallen for the illusion that women and men are legally equal, and that's when women from the west make the third mistake which is mentioning feminist issues from different countries.

you don't need to say that child marriage is legal somewhere else because most child molesters are usually closely related to the child. in the west a man can rape his children and if he goes by statistics alone he knows it's very likely that he will not get reported.

women are allowed to study, sure, but try being a woman in a male dominated field, try getting a promotion without being called a cocksucker. it happens, sure, but it doesn't happen more often because misogynists prevent it from happening. just like they used to do with music until someone said "enough" and now around 50% of professional musicians are women.

speaking of working women try being a lady boss outside of a city. i could write for HOURS about how men disrespect women who are their superiors, others already have. it's incredibly frustrating when you see it happen for yourself. one of my bosses had to ask her big boyfriend to just be there when she talked to male employees, and it fucking worked, they started respecting her a lot more.

trans women are forced into prostitution because of stigma, and that's horrible, but women are much more often abducted or coerced into prostitution than just "trying to making ends meet". sex trafficking is very real and mostly targets one sex and one sex alone. "but that barely happens to girls in the west" true, but most of the eastern european girls who are trafficked end up in my country, and that makes it my country's issue as well. my country is first world, has good education, great healthcare and so many things that make it look like a progressive country but it still is a prostitution haven, thousands of mostly chinese and eastern european women are trapped in here while thousands of male tourists come for sex tourism daily.

women are still expected to do more house chores and generally take more responsibility in a relationship and even worse in parenthood. we are still coerced to have children and expected to like children. SAHMs have no financial compensation for their daily work, can't contribute to social security and are left basically homeless if their loving husbands decide to leave them. "but it is their choice!" alright and what are they supposed to do now? get fucked? because the whole of society told them being a SAHM with no plan B is okay and normal and lots of women make it work? "but it's not really work" yeah that's why you pay for others to cook your food, take care of your kids, dogs, house, right? because it's not really work? yeah, right.

medical studies that use human subjects are still mostly conducted on males because periods are annoying to track. men get alopecia medication and viagra 2.0 and women are still told that "menopause is a natural process" and get sold a bazillion different supplements that don't work because there's almost no data on menopause that doesn't revolve around fertility rates. in general, most of what we know regarding women's health revolves around fertility. fuck pain relief and better quality of life, all that matters is if you can pop kids out or not. and this is huge, women with reproductive issues are usually ignored and have to face excruciating pain for no reason at all, menopause goes on for years and these women are not only expected to perform as well as they did before, they're mocked for a natural condition of aging as a woman.

last time i checked it was women mutilating their bodies daily in the name of beauty and self esteem when it's really body dysmorphia. anyone who has body dysmorphia knows that getting surgery to fix it will only make the problem worse, so we officially have a multi-billion industry that predates on women with mental health issues and it's fine because it's also their choice. just like most women have some sort of disordered eating pattern or have anxiety over food, not healthy consciousness but a terrible relationship with food and their bodies.

if you want to convince someone on why feminism is still important in the west, despite full access to abortion in my country and full equal rights under the law, these are better arguments than resorting to extreme situations of violence or trying to educate someone on women's history, they will not believe you or won't care.

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Summary: After the events of the second Wizarding War, Draco Malfoy thought himself broken beyond repair. That is until Astoria Greengrass walked into his life and healed all his bleeding wounds. Now married and leading a happy life with her, it appears that Draco’s past choices have come to haunt him. With Astoria’s days becoming numbered due to an ancient blood curse, she asks Draco for a child to remember her by. But even after Scorpius Malfoy is born, something else seems to be threatening Astoria’s already limited time.

Pairing: DracoxAstoria, DracoxDaughter!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abortion, miscarriage, and death.

Genre: Angst | Fluff

Word Count: 3.8K

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Part 1

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲.

What was once a prideful and witty wizard became no more than a haunted boy with far too many nightmares and bleak memories living in his head.

Wherever he went, men, women, and children reacted unkindly. On rare occasions, they would cower and run away from him as if he was about to whip out his wand and kill them at any moment. Most frequently, however, the entire wizarding community would not let him walk peacefully after the peace of mind he and other Death Eaters had robbed them of.

“Get out of here, scumbag.”

“Come to torment us anymore? No Dark Lord to hide behind now!”

“You and your family will always be a disgrace!”

Draco tended to walk regardless of all the daggers planted in his heart. He had a simple rule when it came to such situations: keep your head low and don’t react.

After Malfoy Manor became Voldemort’s temporary residence, Draco dreaded his family home. It held far too many memories of meetings and torture sessions that he’d seen enough in his nightmares--which was why he preferred the busy streets of England despite all the harsh words that accompanied him on every one of his walks.

Sometimes, during his moments of self-reflection, Draco wondered if he merited such distaste from the people around him. After all, everyone makes mistakes in their younger years. Some of his were minor, like being a git of a teenager who cared and valued a meager pureblood status more than anything. But then the others were appalling, gruesome, and perhaps unforgiving, like letting Death Eaters into Hogwarts and serving the Dark Lord at the age of sixteen.

Draco was not proud of the actions he took in the past. But he knew if he somehow managed to get his hands on a Time-Turner, he wouldn’t change a thing because he was trying to protect his family.

After the war, the Malfoy heir became a shell of a man, reduced to a ghostlike figure that wandered around, watching people from afar without saying a word in return. He was no longer the slimeball Slytherin that taunted the entirety of Hogwarts. He was… well, he didn’t really know what he was.

The boy had forgone many things that previously made him who he was.

He abandoned his aspirations of being Hogwarts’ next Potions Master after the thought of returning to the school became too much to bear. He traded his Quidditch broom for books and his meetings with his friends for some much-needed solitude.

All he knew was that he was never the same. And he was incapable of healing.

One summer night, the Malfoys were invited for lunch at Greengrass Manor. They were old family friends, and one of the few sacred twenty-eight families that didn’t sever ties with Draco and his family.

The boy never fancied pureblood social gatherings, and after everything that had happened, he hated them even more. The façades, vanity, and the pureblood supremacy became too much for him.

Draco hesitated to step out of the house and into another pureblood vicinity. He hadn’t realized that caving to his mother’s wishes would change his life.

As he arrived at Greengrass Manor, he briefly greeted the hosts, engaging in a small talk with Daphne, one of his old friends at Hogwarts.

He was led towards the grand table and took a seat by his parents.

“Good evening. Welcome to our home, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and Draco. I’m sorry for being late.”

Draco lifted his eyes to meet those of Daphne’s little sister.

“It’s alright, Astoria,” Mr. Greengrass spoke, gesturing to the seat next to his eldest daughter. “Take a seat, sweetheart. Dinner’s about to start.”

She nodded at her father before slipping into the chair next to her sister.

The older witches and wizards began conversing during the meal, although Draco had no idea about what. He tuned out the voices, his mind elsewhere as he played with the food on his plate.

His mother had taught him better as a child, and had he been his former self, he would’ve joined them and engaged in the conversation as Daphne did. But the new Draco was distant, gloomy, and far too solitary for his own good.

Draco dipped his head; it was second nature at this point after spending too many times sitting at the same table as the Dark Lord and the other Death Eaters. He rolled the carrots around with his fork when he felt someone’s heavy gaze on him. And when he lifted his eyes to see who it was, Astoria Greengrass’s hazel eyes fled almost instantly.

He sighed and placed his fork on the plate. It became suffocating to sit within four walls. “Thank you for the food, Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass. If I may be excused, I’d like to get some fresh air.”

The adults nodded, instructing the boy toward the entrance of their garden. He dipped his head solemnly and walked out.

When the cool breeze hit his pale skin, only then did breathing feel less of a hassle. He walked ahead with no particular destination in mind, brushing his long and pale fingers over plants and flowers as if to ground himself instead of getting too far gone into another one of his nightmares.

He sat on one of the stone benches in the middle of the garden and stared at the moon. It amazed him how such a fragile and bruised thing could still find the courage and strength to shine so brightly.

“I’m sorry if I’m disturbing.” Draco tilted his head, coming face to face with Astoria. She smiled sheepishly at him, holding two goblets in her hands. “You didn’t eat anything, so I thought I’d at least bring you something to drink. It’s pumpkin juice.”

Draco hadn’t realized he was scratching his left forearm until he reached out to take the goblet from Astoria’s hand. He mouthed a small thank you and curled his fingers around the metal. “Would you like to stay?” he asked, seeing her about to turn on her heels. He didn’t know what came over him, but he was tired of being alone.

She nodded, smiling broadly as she gingerly sat beside him, keeping a respectful distance between them.

For a couple of moments, neither of them said anything. The wind picked up and flowed freely around them. Draco’s eyes lingered on his left forearm, his right index finger tracing the goblet's rim.

“It’s there, isn’t it?”

He lifted his eyes to meet Astoria’s curious ones. He knew what she was talking about, but Draco decided to play dumb. “What is?”

She gripped her goblet with both hands and looked down. “You know what I’m talking about,” she replied, meeting his cold and sharp eyes. Draco said nothing. He retreated his gaze back to the sky, occluding and compartmentalizing his thoughts. If there was one good thing that came out of the war, it was the Occlumency his late aunt Bellatrix had taught him.

“I suppose you too want a go at me?” he seethed without looking at her. Had he, though, he would’ve noticed the softness twinkling in her hazel orbs.

“No. I’m a little curious why you took it,” Astoria clarified. “I don’t like to judge without knowing someone’s background story first. I don’t mean to overstep, but you don’t look like you were proud to serve Voldemort.”

Draco winced at the mention of the wizard’s name. He looked at the witch incredulously. For a Slytherin, she was brave enough to say his name with no hint of apprehension nor fear. Even the greatest of wizards had refrained from uttering the name, opting for You-Know-Who instead.

Draco felt astounded at the girl’s boldness. For a fleeting moment, he didn’t want to answer. It was none of her business in the end. But then again, she was the only person willing to hear his side of the story. And Merlin knew the boy longed for somebody that would understand him.

“My father was in Azkaban,” Draco began, fleeing from Astoria’s solemn gaze. “The Dark Lord wanted me to follow in my family’s footsteps. He threatened to kill my father, to torture my mother in front of me, and should I fail the mission that was I assigned, the cost would be my life.”

“Family. You did it for your family,” the witch concluded, and the boy simply nodded.

“And I’d do it again. I regret many things, like letting Death Eaters into Hogwarts and almost killing Dumbledore. But protecting my family? That’s something I will never apologize for.”

Astoria carried so much kindness and understanding in her warm irises, Draco swore it made his pain dull.

She wanted to reach out and cover his hand with her own, but she feared crossing boundaries. So, she set her hands on her goblet but shifted in her seat to be slightly closer to him. “That was very brave of you. You sacrificed many things for your family’s safety. I think… I think you should be proud of that.”

It was the first time that Draco Malfoy felt his heart soaring. The corner of his lips itched, and he involuntarily found himself giving Astoria one of his genuine smiles, a smile he forgot all about ever since sixth year.

That night in the Greengrass gardens marked the beginning of Astoria and Draco’s blooming relationship.

Astoria and Draco started as friends, conversing and visiting each other now and then. They became inseparable because no one understood Draco as Astoria did, and no one made Astoria as happy as Draco did either.

And when the time came for Astoria to return to Hogwarts for her sixth year, she boarded the train hand in hand with the Malfoy heir, whom she convinced to come back and finish his studies.

It was hard. It wasn’t easy being back to the school that carried fond memories yet was a recurrent part of Draco's nightmares. It didn’t help that he was scrutinized and judged for the mark on his left arm. Draco Malfoy understood the consequences of his actions when he stopped being the bully and instead became the target. But with Astoria by his side, the hurt seemed to lessen.

She was always there to comfort him and be the shoulder he needed to cry on. She welcomed him with open arms and gazed at him with a look full of compassion and understanding. It didn’t take long before the two began to date, and when Astoria graduated from Hogwarts, Draco didn’t hesitate to ask for her hand in marriage.

But the world was not kind to Draco.

When he thought that he was healing with the love of his life, every wrong choice he made had to bite him in his ass.

An ancient blood curse bestowed upon the Greengrass bloodline resurfaced in Astoria, making her days numbered. The couple was numbed at this piece of information, tears welling up in each of their eyes.

All their dreams were shattered. Draco and Astoria didn't have long. They couldn't grow old together, nor could they get their happily ever after. All they had was now.

Astoria knew every one of Draco’s demons. She was aware of her husband’s fear of loneliness and the deafening silence he experienced before her arrival in his life. This was one of the reasons that made her come to a conclusion.

“I want to have a child,” she blurted out one evening after she couldn’t keep it in anymore.

She felt Draco tense from under her, and his heartbeats faltered beneath her touch. “No,” he declared with no room for negotiation, keeping his gaze away from her else he might falter.

Astoria sighed, knowing well he might react that way. She brought her face up to look at him, and her fingers brushed against his jaw. “Dray—”

“I love you,” Draco confessed, and his wife could see the tears glistening in his mesmerizing eyes. He tightened his arms around her petite figure. “You’re more than enough for me. I don’t need the bloodline to continue, nor do I need to be a father to feel accomplished. All I need is you. As much time as I can have you.”

Astoria choked on a sob. It was unfair that all her dreams were being ripped away. She didn’t know if she’d be able to deliver a child or live long enough to witness their growth. But all she knew was that she wanted a family. With Draco. So bad!

“I always wanted a family. And I don’t want to die without—”

“Don’t,” Draco commanded. Pushing himself against the bed’s headboard and pulling her away from him. “Don’t finish that sentence, love. Please.”

“I’m dying, Draco. I am, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” she admitted, her honey-brown hair covering her face, serving as a shield to hide her watery eyes and wet cheeks.

“I’m going to find a way—I need to find a way,” he confessed, cupping her face gently as if she was made of porcelain.

She adored him. Astoria loved him beyond comprehension, and she knew how much he loved her. And even though she didn’t want to leave him, even though she trusted him blindly, she knew his words were no more than empty promises. But despite all of that, she held onto them tightly in hopes of them coming true.

“I want a child,” she restated. “I want a part of me to live on even after I leave—Draco, please don’t look at me like that—I love you so much, it physically hurts. I don’t want to leave. But I want to start a family with you. One baby. One mini you and me, please. I will not ask for anything else.”

Draco loved Astoria so much that he accepted. He could never deny her wishes. Even if that resulted in her turning frail, he gave her what she wanted, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

Scorpius was a carbon copy of his father. Silver eyes, platinum blond hair, and pale skin. He was intelligent, sharp minded, and quick-witted. But Draco adored that he carried his mother’s traits so perfectly well. He was curious, gregarious, and compassionate. And Draco knew that he had Astoria’s heart.

He loved his little family tremendously, and he was ready to sacrifice everything to protect them.

Over the years, Astoria became paler and sicker. The pregnancy she went through was the obvious cause.

However, lately, it seemed that her case had worsened. She brushed it off whenever Draco brought up taking her to the hospital, telling her husband not to worry. “I won’t let death stop me from taking Scorpius’ hand and leading him to the Hogwarts Express,” she’d say, knowing they still had five more years before that moment.

But dread slithered in Draco’s bones the moment Astoria lost consciousness during one of their family picnics. She hadn’t been eating well, feeling nauseous at the slightest of smells, her head pounded frequently, and she seemed to be even more tired.

So when she fell into his arms, unconscious, he panicked terribly, thinking that was it. That was the end of their story.

He held onto her unconscious form tightly, whispering confessions of love and pleading with her to open her eyes until she finally did.

As Draco sat by her hospital bed, tightly clutching her hand. Astoria, who was now conscious, was sniffing silently. She was terrified at the idea of leaving her family behind. She wasn’t ready.

“Mrs. Malfoy.” Healer Abbot walked in with a comforting smile. “Feeling better?”

Astoria shook her head, her words were wedged in her throat and her tears cascaded freely. Draco’s hold on her hand tightened, his knuckles turning white at the firmness.

“Astoria, dear, this isn’t related to your condition.” Both Malfoys froze at the Healer’s words. They didn’t know whether this piece of information was meant to be comforting or not.

“What is it about, then?” Draco carefully asked, studying the witch.

She smiled at the two of them, her eyes telling them she had good news. “The test results came back. What Astoria is going through is normal as she’s still within the first trimester of her pregnancy.”

“What?” Draco stood up abruptly, forgoing his hold on his wife’s hand.

Astoria was in a trance. Her eyes widened at the information, and the monitor next to her beeped louder as her heartbeats picked up. Her trembling hands moved down to her stomach as she laid them there, still reeling from what she heard. “I’m pregnant?”

Healer Abbot nodded. “Eight weeks, to be exact. I deduce from your reactions that this wasn’t planned?” Astoria said nothing while Draco sank back in his chair, raking his fingers through his hair. The Healer sighed. “Astoria, I won’t lie to you. With your condition, this pregnancy might be a little tough.”

“How tough are we talking about?” The witch’s voice cracked under pressure. She could see her husband fist his hand and bite it from the corner of her watery eyes.

“There’s a probability that you might undergo a miscarriage. If you do manage to maintain the pregnancy through labor, there’s a risk that either you or the baby won’t make it. You can still opt for an abortion. It isn’t late. And should you choose to keep the baby, we will do our best to mitigate the risks and get you both through these couple of months safely.”

“Thank you. I.. uh.. I appreciate it. Can I please rest for now?” It was all Astoria could say before the Healer left, letting her sink into her bed and close her eyes.

When she woke up, Draco was no longer by her bed. Instead, he stood by the windows, watching the busy streets below. They were married long enough for her to know that his shoulders were stiff and his mind was cooking dreadful scenarios.

“I’m scared, too,” she admitted in a small voice, pulling him out of his daydream.

He crossed the area and reached her side, pulling her in his arms. Draco buried his face in her neck, drowning in the intoxicating scent of her perfume that he adored. “I know it’s going to be hard, but I’ll be with you. Aborting the baby is the best option we have.”

Astoria gasped in shock. “What did you say?” She pulled away from Draco, looking at him in a mix of disappointment and disbelief. “Surely you’re not expecting me to terminate our child!”

“Yes. I am. You heard the Healer, Astoria. It’s your life or the child’s. I’m already losing you. I’m not ready for it to be so soon, which means the child has to go!” Draco declared angrily.

Astoria’s eyes filled with hurt. “How dare you, Draco Lucius Malfoy? I have not known you to be so heartless and cruel!”

“I’m neither of those things. Need I remind you of our agreement? One child. You asked for one child, and I obliged. You are now asking too much of me!”

“I remember that very clearly, but I didn’t expect to get pregnant again!”

“And you won’t remain for long,” he deadpanned.

Astoria was fuming. This was their baby, a product of their undying love. She knew she didn’t have long, but she was a mother, and as a mother, she was ready to die for her children.

So she did something she had never done before. She slapped Draco across his face. “I will kill anyone that dares to threaten my children. Including you, Draco! You will not touch him or her, or so help me Merlin, I’ll do much more than slap you.”

Without giving him a chance to let one word out, Astoria threw the covers of her bed aside. She put on her shoes, which were on the foot of her bed, and rushed outside the room.

And as she was walking, she saw her in-laws rushing toward her along with Scorpius and Daphne in tow.

“Mum!” Scorpius let go of his aunt and threw his arms around his mother. She held him tightly, inhaling his scent. “I missed you. Are you feeling better? Why are you crying?”

“I’m fine, my precious boy,” Astoria sniffed, fixing her son's fallen blond locks. She picked him up and hugged him with everything she had. She only hoped she’d live to do the same with her unborn child.

Narcissa put a hand on her arm, examining her tear-stained cheeks. “Darling, what’s wrong? Draco never informed us what the Healers told you.”

“Astoria!” Before the witch could answer, Draco’s enraged voice echoed throughout the corridor. He trudged towards her, then gripped her hand tightly, looking at her with anger and so much fear. “The conversation isn’t over.”

“Daddy? Why are you being mean to mummy?”

At Scorpius’ remark, Draco’s gaze softened. He loosened his grip on his wife’s hand and caressed his son’s face. The young boy seemed more relaxed. “I’m sorry, buddy. I didn’t mean to be angry. Love, come on, please. Let’s take Scorp home and finish our conversation.”

“No!” Astoria said sternly, taking a step back and pulling Scorpius away from Draco’s hold. “There’s no room for negotiation on this. Your wife and both your children are not going home. We’re staying at my parents’ instead. And once you come back to your senses and decide to accept your unborn child, then you know where to find us!”

Narcissa and Daphne let out a loud gasp while Draco and Lucius stood bewildered. Everyone’s eyes fell on Astoria, and while she was visibly shaking like a leaf with red-rimmed eyes, she held her ground firmly.

“Mummy?” Scorpius called, and Astoria turned to her oldest. “You said both. Does that mean I’m going to have a little sister like Auntie Daphne has you?”

Astoria chuckled, kissing her son’s forehead. “Or a little brother, yes. I’ll make sure of it, Scorp. I promise.”

The little boy beamed and hugged his mother tightly. Draco almost cried; if only Scorpius knew what that sacrifice meant.

Daphne shook herself out of her trance and held her sister's arm. “Let’s go home, Tori. You need to rest.” She threw a dirty look at Draco before leading her sister and nephew outside the hospital.

And Draco was left standing there, watching as the love of his life, the woman who healed all his wounds, walked away. And he dreaded the day she’d be walking away for good.

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