#harry strikes again

[polin-ista]

Someone said watching Finch and Dankworth is like watching a whole other show and i am deceased bc looookkkk

[nonbinoclard]

this is basically that wasteland of reality thought project right

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[sygneth]

Echoes of Elysium | Chapter 1 | Page 17

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The plot thickens.

(Oh my god, I did it. I am having an extremely tough time lately (as half a year lately), and even pursuing my hobbies is hard, so I am glad for every page of this comic that I draw. I am not going to force myself to do more than I am capable of, but I hope it will eventually get more regular but I can't even try to predict when may this happen. Hopefully soon. Lots of love to everyone who reads, comments, and makes me keep going one way or another <3)

[xjustakay]

✺ (1/22) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: cry — 1130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; getting in trouble at school - but he’s got a real good reason, your honor)

Regulus hangs up his phone with a huff, pushing up from his desk chair to head up the hall to the living room. “James?”

“Yes, my love?” James calls back. He turns from folding laundry into piles on the sofa and frowns when he clocks the tension in Regulus’ face. “What could I have possibly done?”

“It’s not you, it’s your son,” Regulus mutters.

“My son?” James’ brows shoot upward. 

“He’s your son when he gets into trouble.”

“I resent that.”

“Resemble it, more like.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “I just got off the phone with Pandora. She got a call from Harry’s school about him being in principal McGonagall’s office because of an altercation with another student.”

James blinks. “They’re five, what does that even look like?”

“Well, we’ll be finding out shortly, because we have to go pick him up. Lily’s got their car and she’s at work.” Regulus shakes his head as he goes to retrieve his coat from the peg inside the front door.

“Hey, hang on.” James grabs him gently by the elbow to get him to look at him. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal.”

“He’s in the principal’s office at five years old, James.”

“That happened a time or a few when I was—” James cuts himself off when one dark eyebrow is arched at him pointedly. “Right, not helping my case. Look, it’s Harry. It’s probably just a big misunderstanding.”

James lifts both hands to grab Regulus by the jaw, towing him in to kiss his forehead a couple quick times. The corner of Regulus’ mouth ticks upward despite himself.

As it turns out, it’s not a misunderstanding.

Instead of looking guilty, Harry looks instantly defiant, arms crossed tight over his chest and chin tilted upward, when Regulus and James join him in the principal’s office.

“Have a seat.” Minerva McGonagall motions across her desk to the open chairs on either side of their son. “Harry, would you care to explain to your fathers why we’re here?”

Harry’s brow furrows as he lets out a huff. “I tackled someone in the sandbox.”

Regulus tilts his head. “Pardon?”

James cuts him a vaguely admonishing look before his focus returns to the child between them, expression softening. “What happened, mate?”

“He made Luna cry, daddy!” Harry whines. “He kept on pulling her hair and calling her Loony.”

Regulus whips toward McGonagall, glaring icily. “And where’s that boy?”

“He’s also been spoken to and picked up by his parents, mister Potter,” She tells him.

“That’s not all, either!” Harry interjects with a dramatic flail of his arms. “I went and told him he was being mean and to say sorry, but he said he was sorry to me ‘cause I have a weird family.”

“Alright, that’s not—” James’ mounting irritation gets cut off when McGonagall lifts a hand to halt him.

“Then he said his mum and dad are talking all the time about how papa’s gonna leave us all someday, and I got really mad so I tackled him and hit him.”

Oh.

Oh, that’s…

Regulus stares at Harry for a long moment, an unexpected pang in his chest. He didn’t know what to expect coming down to the school, hearing Harry’s story of what had occurred. He certainly had not assumed it had anything to do with him.

Harry is so like James, standing up for those he loves with everything he’s got. Even if it gets him into trouble.

Opening and closing his mouth twice, Regulus catches James’ eye. A small smile curls at his husband’s mouth, an odd cocktail of pride and sadness mixed in his hazel eyes. Regulus suddenly knows the feeling, complex as it is.

“I understand you were upset and looking out for your family, but you know you’re not supposed to hit people, mate,” James tells Harry.

“I know…” Harry mumbles, ducking his chin.

“If someone’s being mean, you tell a teacher, alright?”

“Yes, daddy…”

Regulus, lip pinched between his teeth, looks across the desk to find McGonagall’s eyes already on him. A strangely sympathetic look is offered to him from the older woman, but he ignores the twist it causes in his stomach.

Asks instead, “Is Luna alright?”

“I’ve spoken with her, as well, yes. Despite the issue, she said she’d like to finish her day as she usually does,” She confirms.

“Right, well, we’ll get this one home, then.” James claps his hands on his knees then pushes to stand. “So sorry, principal McGonagall.”

“Yeah, me too, sorry, principal McGonagall,” Harry mutters.

Harry shuffles off his chair to follow James on the way out of the office, Regulus grabbing his Spiderman backpack for him. He’s last to the door, which means the ‘mister Potter’ that’s called after them can only be for him. He turns with dark brows lifted, tries not to look too confused when McGonagall’s mouth twitches upward just barely.

“That’s quite the little boy you’ve got standing up for you, there,” She says.

Regulus glances back the other direction at where James and Harry are walking to the school’s main door hand in hand. His own small smile appears, throat tightening before he quietly clears it.

“Yeah, he’s really something,” He murmurs, turning back to the woman. “We’ll work on the hitting bit.”

“That’s good, yes,” She snorts, waving him off.

Regulus catches up to his family, falling into step on Harry’s other side. He makes it a point to ensure that he’s the one who helps Harry into the back of the car when they reach it. Keeps an eye on him pulling his seatbelt across himself on his booster while James settles in the driver’s seat, watching them in the rear view mirror.

Mind still reeling a bit with the turn of events, he can’t help but feel like he’s meant to say something.

“Harry, my darling, you—” Regulus twists his lips to the side as he runs a hand over Harry’s messy hair affectionately. “You know that I’m not really going anywhere, don’t you?”

“Of course, papa.” Harry nods surely. “I know you love us all too much.”

Regulus smiles faintly, nodding in return. “That’s my boy.”

He leans in to leave a kiss against the side of Harry’s head, double checks his seatbelt is secured appropriately, then closes the car door. When he drops into the passenger seat, he finds James looking over at him adoringly, a bright smile on his face. Wordlessly, he leans over the center console to press a lingering kiss to Regulus’ lips.

“Does this mean I can still have dessert after dinner tonight?” Harry asks from the back.

There’s a shared laugh between Regulus and James, two wide smiles pressed together now, before they finally separate to get on their way home.

[hazyange1s]

“okay, that confirms it. you’re undoubtedly stalking me.”

“what kind of a gentleman would I be if I allowed a lady to traverse the dark woods alone?”

recreating fanfic scenes to make yourself feel better after a bad day >> (intended for readers 18+)

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #90

Abraxas Malfoy (being an insufferable know-it-all): Actually, it’s not called champagne because it’s not from the French town of champagne. This is just sparkling wine—

Harry: Alright and by that logic you’re not a wanker because you’re not from the French town of Wanquer, so that makes you sparkling fuckwit.

Tom:

Tom (to hissing to Harry): I can’t take you anywhere—

Harry (hissing back): It’s not a pussy because it’s not from the French town of Poosay, it’s just a sparkling cunt.

Harry (left) Tom (right):

[wolfpants]

wolf's draw drarry badly challenge ✨

meanwhile, in the Potions lab

Harry: I may... have fucked up.

Thank you @julcheninred for running DDBC, which is bloody genius, lights up my dash, and fills my belly with giggles.

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

update on my all-the-young-dudes-reading-evolution professor:

i gave her a "casanova of gryffindor tower" pin last week and her response was "i really wish the finals weren't anonymous"

[daincrediblegg]

Here y’all have some Terror memes I made last night in a fit of inspiration

[dark-elf-writes]

Harry getting Hermione to help figure out a way to send food to their dimensions for the Chosen One Support Group.

Katniss getting food to share with Prim.

Naruto getting shelf stable food so he can survive.

Harry getting food when the Durlseys starve him.

Izuku getting food on cold nights.

Bilbo getting treats from other worlds he's never had before and getting ingredients to Lord over relatives at parties.

Cloud getting food that tastes good for traveling.

It starts, surprisingly enough, because Percy really wants to see a chocolate frog.

All of them are captivated with Harry’s stories about magic, of course, but it’s the animated snack that Percy latches onto, eyes bright and grin teasing.

“They cant really jump can they? You’re just messing with us!”

And Harry, stubborn as the rest of them (perhaps more stubborn because of them), takes that as a challenge.

The room they’re in always holds exactly what they need even if things like food is always a bit weird. It for some reason does not see chocolate frogs as a need. Something Harry is quite put out about. It does however see the components for the ritual Hermione found to transport things between realities as a need.

(Later Cloud will muse that maybe all of this was because the room wanted them to have the ability. Harry will say the room is a prat.)

Identical necklaces for all of them, charmed so no one could take them and they could never be lost act like a sort of portal between their worlds.

“Living things won’t work” Harry says with a scowl down at the charm he is currently imbuing with his magic. “We’re working on that too though.”

All of them know why.

It’s the same reason they are all looking for a way to travel between worlds in their own realities.

The necklaces are the first things that come out of the room when they wake, all of them thrumming with Harry’s magic and the feeling of peace that the room brings.

The next morning each of them have a stack of chocolate frogs laying next to them.

They do in fact jump.

[kat-xox]

and if my next fic is a marauders bee movie au then what

@kwiwrites

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

[eschercaine]

In HBO Max Nordic we trust. 🥹🤝

[steelycunt]

i dont need letterboxd to document the films i watch i have already cultivated a makeshift film diary on my tumblr blog by searching for and reblogging a single gifset for each film i watch perhaps about nine times a year

[jawllines]

I agree with that anon tbh :( I will keep supporting you on Patreon because I LOVE your work and you’re immensely talented, it’s just a bit frustrating to see how many WIP there are, that kind of stay forgotten

I’m still waiting for updates on princerry, y/n is abducted by aliens and Harry’s been acting weird just to name a few :( and I understand that you write based on demand, but you have 650+ patrons, I’m pretty sure most of us are quiet readers, who don’t send you anons/messages asking for updates

if you wanna keep writing based on demand, could you maybe consider doing more anonymous surveys?

YES I TRY TO DO AS MANY ANONYMOUS SURVEYS AS I CAN WITHOUT BEING ANNOYING!! I CAN UNDERSTAND HOW IT GETS FRUSTRATING D: I DO WRITE BASED OFF WHAT PEOPLE ASK FOR AND IF PEOPLE DONT ASK FOR IT OR DONT INTERACT WITH IT THEN I KIND OF ASSUME THEY DONT LIKE JUST HOW I DO ON HERE

IM SORRY, I DO GET HOW IT COULD BE ANNOYING BUT NEVER FEEL LIKE YOU CAN'T SEND ME A MESSAGE OR COMMENT ON A STORY AND LET ME KNOW YOU LIKE IT!! THAT GIVES ME THE INSPIRATION TO KEEP WRITING IT!! FOR EXAMPLE THE AMOUNT OF ANONS THAT IVE BEEN GETTING AND COMMENTS ON THE NEW A/O/B FIC IS WHAT HAD ME UPDATING IT IN TWO DAYS WHEREAS DEMON HARRY FEELS HIS HEART BEATING FOR THE FIRST TIME DOESNT GET MUCH ATTENTION SO I WRITE IT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE

AS SOMEONE WHO WRITES, I WANT TO KNOW THAT THE MAJORITY WILL LIKE WHAT IS BEING PUT OUT THERE, SO IF NOBODY IS LETTING ME KNOW THAT THEY WANT IT OR WANT TO SEE IT THEN IT GETS UPDATED A LITTLE LESS :(((

[mihotose]

would it be fucked up for harry and lely to have the same birthday or what