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— Oscar Wilde

Yes.

i'll never forgive myself if i'll love someone else now that you are gone

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Scorpius Granger-Malfoy. Youngest child of Hermione and Draco Malfoy.

To demand that Bring Him To His Knees by @willhavetheirtrinkets be made into fully animated movie or series.

Because I NEED to see a 6’4 tattooed Auror Draco with his rings, glasses, and broom thighs brought to life on a screen.

Because I NEED to see the adorableness that is a married Pansy and Harry Potter brought to life on a screen.

Because I NEED to see the wonderfulness that is a Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger and her friendship with roommates Pansy and Harry Potter brought to life on a screen.

Because I NEED to see the wholesome friendship between Draco, Pansy, and Blaise come to life on a screen.

Because I NEED to see all the buildup of sexual tension, mutual pining, sexy times (both in and out of the sex club), intimacy, and relationship between Hermione and Draco unfold on the screen.

Because I NEED to see a Head Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco, and BAMF Hermione Granger work together on a murder mystery case play out on a screen.

Because this masterpiece deserves to be adapted on a screen!

Oh yes!!!! Give us that!

I rarely get personal here, but I’ve seen people talking about shipping Dramione and not shipping them any more, and it prompted me to share my thoughts.

First of all, don’t put the equals sign between racism and pureblood doctrine, or shipping Dramione and a Nazi man/Jewish woman’s romance. Apart from huge ideological differences between the two, the biggest and most obvious contrast between them is that racism is real, and the Holocaust really happened, whereas pureblood supremacy only exists in the books and has never hurt anyone in real life because — what a surprise — witches and wizards aren’t real, and Voldemort had never been born. So please stop diminishing the tragedy and suffering of millions of people to justify your opinions and dislikes.

Don’t tell women what they can and cannot read. So many people think themselves woke and their actions politically correct without realising how terribly misogynistic they are in fact. Let women choose what they read, let them make a decision on their own, and don’t assume they can’t tell a difference between reality and fiction. Because — NEWS FLASH — they’re perfectly capable of differentiating between the two!

If you want to hold fictional characters accountable for their actions, at least be consequential and hold all of them accountable for what they’ve done, not only those who fit into heteronormative culture. Don’t omit LGBTQ+ characters, judge them too, they’re capable of making bad things as well and their being in a non-heterosexual relationship or being part of LGBTQ+ community doesn’t undo their deeds in that fictional world. The same goes for fictional women. Don’t excuse their actions if you decide to play morality police. HOWEVER. In the end, it is a fictional world, and they are all fictional characters, so you can root for them even if they’ve done horrible things (yeah, you can root for Lord Voldemort for all I care), just don’t be selective about your judgement to fit your agenda/make others feel guilty about who they like or ship.

Don’t make others feel guilty about or ashamed of who they ship. And don’t feel guilty about or ashamed of who you ship. There’s nothing wrong with you even if you like the most vile and twisted fictional characters.

Now on a more personal note. Why do I ship Dramione? Most of the time, I don’t know, I don’t think about it, I just do. Obviously, I love their dynamic, I love the enemies to lovers trope, and I love their bickering. Deep down I’m a hopeless romantic and love the idea of star-crossed lovers. And I simply enjoy brilliant writing that Dramione authors offer to fans. But if I reflect upon my reading choices, I believe they’ve got something to do with the fact that most men in my life have repeatedly disappointed and hurt me, and I’m not sure if I ever will be able to build a romantic relationship with another human being, especially a man. In fiction, everything is possible (and when you think of it, in reality too; life writes the craziest, most improbable stories). So let me have one of my favourite book heroines fall in love with a man who had been a prejudiced arsehole but redeemed himself and now loves her unconditionally and is someone she can always rely on. Let me have my imaginary utopian world in which a man is capable of a profound change.

And yeah, I read dead dove fics too. He that is without sin among you and has never seen a horror or a thriller, let him first cast a stone at me. (Don’t take this too literally; it’s not a sin to enjoy dark stories.)

Long story short: SHIP AND LET SHIP. Shipping should be about having fun. If you don’t like it, don’t ship it, but don’t try to take away fun from ships other people love, and don’t try to make them feel guilty about their favourite pairings.

And I can’t believe how some people still don’t get this.

Amen. Honestly you just speak the truth here.

List of Great Fics

I’ve been searching for great fics and have read numbers of them. So these are just my suggestions in case you haven’t read them yet. (The best ones in my opinion) And if there’s some good fics i didn’t include in this list, please let me know . . .

This is all i can come up with right now, so if there are good fics preferably rated m that are not in this list, please let me know I’M DYING OUT HERE SEARCHING FOR FICS TO READ😥

Thanks for these recs, @mami22felton!

For “classic” fics, I recommend you check out this post and this post. Then I encourage you to check out our Favourites tag and the Similar Fics tag.

-Shirlyn

The Library of Alexandria – by @senlinyu 📚

Commissioned by the lovely @willowalla!

Digital drawing, do not repost, do not use without permission.

Im still scared of textures but we’re getting there

Mood: Reread «Remain Nameless» by lovely @heyjude19-writing

Tofu turned 10 today! Please wish him a happy birthday 🥳

Heat and shadows

Hermione tiptoed across the dark hallway toward the soft golden glow filtering through the half-open door of the study. She paused outside the door, tugging on the hem of her long knitted sweater as the night chill bit the skin of her legs; everything was so silent that she could hear the faint crackling coming from the fireplace. The young woman quietly pushed the door with her fingertips.

Draco’s profile was cut against the high, flickering flames as he stared into the fire, which cast spidery shadows on the wall opposite. His hair was slightly tousled on the side of his head – sign that he had been repeatedly running his hand through it. The crystal decanter of Firewhiskey sparkled merrily on the massive wooden desk behind him, though he didn’t seem to have poured himself a glass. The clock on the mantelpiece showed half past two.

It was one of those nights…

Hermione stepped over the threshold, advancing into the room.

“It’s a bit early, don’t you think?”

Draco swiveled his armchair in the direction of her voice, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly as she perched on the edge of his desk and smiled down at him. His features looked even more drawn in the half-light.

“I had work to do,” he replied in the same low voice.

Hermione quirked an eyebrow, casting a glance at the papers next to her.

“It’s Sunday tomorrow,” she remarked softly.

“Right…”

Draco pushed his chair to the desk and let himself go against the high back, looking at her with a seemingly serene expression and unaware that she could see the restless glint in his eyes.

“You are not coming back to bed, then?” murmured Hermione, running her gaze over his fresh clothes.

“I’m not tired… But you should definitely sleep in.”

He winked at her, briefly brushing his knuckles against her shin. Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, the motion making one side of her asymmetric sweater slide off her shoulder, baring half of her body. She didn’t bother to readjust it.

“I’m not tired either,” she hummed.

She glanced at Draco out of the corner of her eye; his eyes had widened a little and his lips parted unwittingly as his gaze raked the expanse of her suddenly exposed skin. Hermione leaned forward, smiling sweetly as she shifted to prop one of her feet on his knee, slowly sliding it up his thigh.

“And I was rather hoping I could convince you to go back to bed with me…”

Their whole world.

Or just eat the cake

“Oh well, he always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around,” said Sirius, shrugging. “He couldn’t stop himself showing off whenever he got near her.” - HP5

Oh I love that so much 😍