A separate bear!Jaskier masterpost to link back to

Since I can’t plan anything out in my life and have way to much fun with hopping back and forth time-wise, this is (more or less) the chronological order of the story. The first thing I posted is bolded. [First meeting] [Getting to know each other through the years (1)] [Getting to know each other through the years (2)] [meeting another bear] [Jaskier helping Geralt out with Quen] + [exploding shield] [not quite human] [helping someone]

The first winter spent at Kaer morhen: [Trying on some witcher gear] [Jaskiers cover getting blown + a talk with Lambert] [training with the wolves] [Geralt doesn’t want Jaskier to fight] [Jaskier has good balance] [Jaskier is flexible] [Jaskier is also very horny] [Jaskier has scars on his back] [Jaskier is buff] [broken ankle + bonus lamden] [boys being boys] - [aftermath] [getting a wolf school medallion] [meditation one] + [meditation two]  [Jaskier gets a hug] [spending the morning together (E)] pre-Ciri, but somewhat later: [Jaskier training with Aiden] [scrub-a-dub-dub, bear!Jaskier in the tub] [being messed up after a fight] after they got Ciri: [Jaskier fights, if you hurt his family] [going on a hunt to protect Ciri] [how does one become a witcher?] [teaching Ciri to fight] [Geralt gets weak in the knees] [fighting against a monster] + [Jaskier is hurt] + [Geralt finds them] + [witcher eyes] - [the one I love] [Jaskier can be adoreably creepy] [there is a bard loose on the continent (in charge of a child)] [splitting up and saying goodbye] [comforting Ciri] [traveling] [get away from Jaskiers cub] [Jaskier remembering the past]

… (tbc) [Jaskier wears his armor] [finding each other again -  a bamf family!]

[witcher cuddle pile]

Hey guys painted Maven Calore from Red Queen book Series by Victoria Aveyard This piece was commissioned by @the.darkest.queen hope you guys will like it xoxo

Welcome to Tumblr.

Holy shit this is the most accurate post I have ever seen in my life

wait…this is a completely different gif set on my blog…

Reblog this and then check it on your Tumblr. Go on, do it.

Yes.

What? How? O_O

IT KNOWS WHAT FANDOMS YOUR IN

HOW DID YOU…..!?!?!?

Waaaaat

Yup

I’m doubting

I call bullshit

OK WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE–

Ive tried this before but maybe it’ll work this time????

It’s the same as it was on my dash

wAIT ADFJKLFJ IT WORKED ON MOBILE

How the fuck

confused

It didn’t work??

OKAY WHAT THE HECK, THIS ACTUALLY WORKS

(Mobile users: Go on your Tumblr page from your browser - not the app- to see the effect!)

testing this out-

Ohoho?

Hmmm?

This better work

○v○

Okay let’s hecking try it!

Ok it works on browser but

Let’s try ~

why not

Well now I’m curious

HOW- 

Here is what they don’t tell you.

Icarus laughed as he fell.

Threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world.

There is a bitter triumph in crashing, when you should be soaring.

The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, and his feet.

Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back.

Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness.

The sun painted everything in shades of gold.

There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire, and watching from the center of the flames.

- Fiona (weareallboats)

Ron and Hermione were nonplussed the first time they saw Harry in his animagus form. “A niffler, mate? No offense but I thought you’d be a lion or something,” Ron blurted, as Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion. But Harry had felt right at home in the unassuming little body. He could quickly get out of sight when unwanted company was around, which he found useful at formal events when the press began to circulate. And the desire to get his paws on shiny objects was not altogether foreign to someone who had grown up with nothing. Harry didn’t have to seek the advice of a mind healer to know that deep inside he would always worry about being without, and that his animagus form was an outward expression of his desire to have security via hoarding things. Pretty things. Shiny things. Like the jewels on Draco Malfoy’s rings that drew Harry’s gaze hypnotically as he stood frozen, clutching the pocket watch he’d just nicked.

He’d been doing the rounds at a ministry event - wondering how many hands he’d have to shake before he could slink to some alcove and change into his surreptitious form and enjoy a little peace and quiet -when those same jewels had caught his eye. Malfoy had raised his hand, gesturing to illustrate whatever point he was making in his discussion with some pompous so and so whose name Harry had forgotten the instant it left the man’s lips. When Malfoy stepped away from the crowd and entered an empty lounge, Harry was compelled to follow him. As he felt his body shift forms, he wondered if he was suddenly coveting things even while human.

Now, pocket watch in paw, was the moment when he should run off into a dark corner with his prize. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from those hands with their long, pale, clever fingers. Or was it the rings he was staring at? He felt fuzzy and confused, but oddly pleased. A posh voice cut through the fog of his animal mind. “Like what you see, little fellow?” With a start, Harry realized that although Malfoy had not moved at all, ostensibly not to startle him, he was looking down at Harry with a hint of a smile curling the corner of his mouth. “Your kind aren’t afraid to take what you want. You don’t give a toss what anyone thinks about you, do you?” Harry tensed as Malfoy slowly reached down, and gently unclasped the pocket watch, nudging the end of the chain toward him. Harry found himself grabbing the golden chain involuntarily, and looked up to see Malfoy easing himself off the ledge upon which he’d been perched. He put his hands in his pockets and sauntered back out to the main gallery. Harry watched him go.

Actor Daniel Radcliffe on the death of Alan Rickman.

HP edit: Witch Weekly Editorial (1/?)

Hello everyone! I did a THING?? I’m actually super proud of it ❤️ you might be seeing more of this from me in the future. 

Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex? 

Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!”  Alas, I always can. And I’m  sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.

 Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat. I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy. I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure. 

But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.

 But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa. 

I love this

The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!

This needs to be on my blog.

So what if there was a Hogwarts yearbook and they’re voting for people ‘most likely’.

And Ron’s like, ‘Malfoy’s most likely to rat someone out,’ and suddenly all these Slytherins pipe up saying that’s bullshit and Pansy’s like, ‘He never told anyone I was the one who was writing essays for galleons in second year.’

Then Goyle says, ‘He took the blame for most of my ruined potions.’

Blaise glares at Ron when he says, ‘Draco realised I was gay in third year and waited three years until I was okay to tell him myself.’

And Malfoy is just sitting there, trying and not quite managing to pull off his usual arrogant sneer and his cheeks are faintly pink.

And Harry’s looking at him, just looking and thinking about that time at Malfoy Manor. And thinking about how Malfoy clearly protects the people he cares about.

And Malfoy won’t meet his eyes and somehow Harry knows they’re both remembering that night.

And Harry’s looking at him, thinking that maybe he didn’t quite know Malfoy as well as he thought he did.

NO BUT DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MY THEORY FOR THIS SCENE

This doesn’t comply with the books, I realize, but it doesn’t exactly not comply either.

Why would Malfoy rip a page out of a random book? If he wanted the book, he could have just bought the book himself. He’s not poor, his family doesn’t discourage learning. He chooses to rip a particular page with a pointed glance out of a book. Why?

Think of what this and Dobby’s actions of warning have in common: Lucius Malfoy. The one who was apparently talking freely of the dangers that would face the Muggle borns this year. I think Draco knew more about what was going on, or at least figured more out, than he let on to his friends. Why? He was worried.

How does this connect to the ripped paper? How did Harry and Ron find out about the basilisk? How did Hermione?

A ripped piece of paper on basilisks.

Now we’re to assume that Hermione found this in a library book and promptly ripped it out to take with her.

But why would Hermione, with her love and care for books almost on par with the librarian, rip a page out of a book she could have just checked out? My guess is she didn’t find it in the library.

My guess is Draco somehow slipped her the piece of paper that he ripped out of a book before school started, detailing the monster he knew was in the Chamber.

He slipped Hermione the paper somehow, whether by leaving it on her desk or planting it in her bag. He tried to warn them, as best he could.

HOLY SHIT

I always wondered why they so importantly showed Malfoy ripping the page from the book. It was strange to me. Yes he’s destructive but honestly there is no point in showing that. But you’re right- Hermione would NEVER rip out a page of a book- this makes so much sense. 

THE EPIPHANY I JUST HAD.

Just think of all the good things Draco could have done for the Light side and no one ever found out…

I’m really about this.

part.1

Happy Potter, the boy who laughed

Happy Potter and the Smiling Stone

Happy Potter and the Chamber of Smiles

Happy Potter and the Comedian of Azkaban

Happy Potter and the Goblet of Giggles

Happy Potter and the Order of Puppies

Happy Potter and the Happy Bubbly Prince

Happy Potter and the Lively Hallows.

Join Happy Potter, Hermione Giggler, and Ron Wheezing, in a hilarious adventure to make the Dark Lord laugh.

Lord Loldemort is depressed and angry because he isn’t like Happy Potter or Albust Out Laughing Dumbledore. He is joined by a band of equally depressed Laugh Eaters, like Belowtricks LeStrange, and Losinit Malfoy.

Happy must go through many jokes and playful riddles, facing Severe Huss Snape, finding Loldemort’s mysterious Whorecruxes… Which are the only thing that can make him laugh.

Happy is joined by his ragtag team of ex-clowns, Siriusly Black, Remus Laughing, Tinks, The Wheezings, Mad-Eye Not-Moody, Kingsley Cacklebolt, and many others. Together they can save the Wizarding world from sure peril.

forever reblog

Can you imagine being the person who sent this anon? Having to see this all the time. Must be so embarrassing but it’s hilarious!

My gut hurts from laughing, omfg. 

Kingsley Cacklebolt.

So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

Imagine Harry returning with Warrington’s body, and the crowd realizes what’s happened, but Warrington’s parents don’t show up. There’s no one to mourn him, to cradle him in their arms and cry for their son. The Slytherins know why. His parents were Death Eaters, too.

Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. They’re terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because they’re pureblood, they realize that he does not care.

Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledore’s Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter. 

Imagine the shock when they’re told what he’s really done.

Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.

Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.

Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They can’t let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.

Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.

Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemort’s right-hand man, and they’re slowly hitting the breaking point.

Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents won’t be killed.

Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.

Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.

Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.

Imagine a Cassius Warrington statue made in his honor, the first Slytherin to fight and die nobly with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, in the face of ultimate evil. He was a true Slytherin, and it’s in his name that Slytherin children and their families have cut all ties with the Death Eaters, denounced Voldemort, and are finally living in peace.

#i do enjoy cedric #but this would have been immensely wonderful in many ways (via batty4u)

Imagine a story in which Harry wasn’t in love with his fellow champion’s girlfriend, but after her boyfriend’s death just hugs her so long, so hard, and says “he wanted to win for you. You should know–you should know he won, he did it for you” and gives her the best hug and shoulder he knows how to be because her parents aren’t there either and she must know why.

Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps up–it doesn’t take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motion–and says “we’re never going to forget this. They’re not going to get away with it” and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced she’s about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says “do you promise me” and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says “I promise” and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing. 

Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says “Professor, I need to say something important” and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ron–after that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at him–says he didn’t know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying “I think–I think it’s important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. And–and Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.” He sits back down all flustered because he didn’t actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says “I want to tell Weasley thank you.” And all of Slytherin House raises a glass–to Warrington, to Weasley, to Potter–and the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.

Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesn’t matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says “I can’t tell you where I got these, Professor. But they’re in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.” Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.

The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harry’s locket, now tucked under Sirius’ shirt because Harry’s friends are with him in this battle but most of Sirius’ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remus’ life, his very soul. Snape’s final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort said–his first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldn’t admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. “When we go in there, it’s going to be hell,” he tells the Slytherins. “Some of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.”  Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said “stay alive, Granger, we need you” before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the melee–how, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted. 

The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. “You’ve got my godfather’s locket,” he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of  Sirius’ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says “He probably saved my life, giving Harry that.” He doesn’t say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.

The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just that–a competition in fun–with those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.

Imagine it.

When we stand, we stand united as one

And then there would be no hope for any uprising of evil, no users of the dark arts would dare to attack. There would be no neglected Slytherins turning to a darker cause. The unity Cassius Warrington’s death caused would come to save the world, time and time again, as would-be-Voldemorts find no followers. No children will ever have to fight their parents, or family. There would always be peace. 

oh christ somebody added to it and now i’m a soggy emotional wreck

I’m crying because this is what slytherins should have been and truly are

​AND THIS IS WHY MY PET PEEVE IS WHEN PEOPLE SAY SLYTHERINS ARE “THE BAD GUYS”

Y’all outdo JKR every day. You take her scaffolding and fill it in with SO MUCH LOVE.

harry potter spends his early childhood in the closet. the harry potter books and challenges within them are all a metaphor for his coming out and are not to be taken literally. discuss.

The piece of Voldemort’s soul that resides in Harry is a metaphor for heteronormativity - there since birth, insidiously affecting thoughts and actions without even realizing it.

When Harry accepts that it’s there and is willing to let that part of him die, he is reborn without societal expectations of the world upon his shoulder.

He is free.

buckle up ‘cause the wizarding world has two badass bosses now

reblog to save a liFE

concept

a beaded curtain, but instead of beads they’re worms on strings

you know… these guys

Hi op I hope this satisfies your needs.

Needs more worms

I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms

No clear strings available to get caught and tangle, I want them nose to ass like some kind of horrible human centipede of worms, covering my doorway

@fanotastic more worms

Aw fuck. Nothing makes you assholes happy.

Fuck you guys.

My fellow fuckers, I present you-

why would i netflix and chill when i can ao3 and sin

#PEOPLE ASSUME THE SIN IS LUST BC OF THE AVAILABLE SMUT #WHEN IN REALITY IT’S GLUTTONY BC ONCE WE START READING A GOOD FIC WE CAN’T STOP (via @ellebeecie)

#truth

Lust - reading smutty fic

Gluttony - binging fic with no restraint

Sloth - lying around all day reading fic instead of the shit you should be doing

Wrath - the moment where you wanna scream when you get to the end of a WIP only to find it last updated in 2012

Envy - wishing you could write fic like that

Pride - the confidence that your fandom has the best fic

Greed - Reading every fic in the tag and WANTING MORE DAMMIT.

So turns out the Seven Deadly Sins: Ao3 Edition is pretty much my entire fucking life right now.

DO IT NOW: Guide to Proper Bra Fit and Measuring because Victoria Secret and La Senza and whatever are full of shit and you are definitely wearing the wrong size ok? ok

Hi guys I’m obsessed with this shit lately because I don’t want anyone to have unhappy, unsupported boobs like I did. Even if you think your boobs and bras are fine, try it. It will make a big difference in comfort, support, and shape, even if you have small boobs or big boobs. A proper fitting bra can fix back, shoulder, and neck pain, along with breast soreness - and it can help you look 10lbs lighter, and your breasts a hell of a lot perkier. This guide also works for proper-sized bikinis and bathing suits (many online stores linked to below sell both- sometimes for as low as 10$!)

Don’t just like this, REBLOG IT. EVERYBODY WITH BOOBS DESERVES A PROPER FIT. Even if you don’t wear bras yourself, spread it around to tumblr or with your friends or family.

Grab a soft tape measurer (use inches) and get nekkid - don’t wear a bra or shirt please, you don’t wear a bra or shirt underneath your bra, do you? This part is fast and easy, and will help you find your ‘Starting Point’ bra size - you may not end up in this exact size, but it will get you in the right ballpark.

How to Measure:

How to Use These Measurements to find your ‘Starting Size’:

Trying it on: What a proper fit is like

Size Tweaks/Troubleshooting (make sure you scoop and swoop first):

 What Not to Do:

 "But where do I get these Bras? I’ve never even seen these sizes!“

Luckily, the internet makes this shit really easy. Buying bras online is nearly always way cheaper, even with shipping, and even if coming from somewhere in Europe! But of course, its best to try on stuff first, to avoid the hassle of return shipping (even though its still not that expensive - just annoying). So what I advise is to find a store near you, try stuff on there, note down the Brand, Model, and Size, and then buy it online for up to a quarter of of the in-store price.

If you can’t find a store near you, online ordering is still extremely cheap, even with return shipping. Instead of getting a whole bunch of bras in only 1 size each, pick out a few models and order a few sizes of each. Ex: one with a bigger or smaller band if your measurements are close to needing a bigger or smaller band size, and then some up or down a couple cup sizes so you can compare the fit. When you have the perfect fit in one bra, it will be easier to go on Bratabase or r/ABraThatFits and have them suggest bras that give similar shape or suggest a different size to you as a model you’re interested in may run large or small.

So, Where to Find:

WARNING: There are many chain stores (Nordstrom, Lane Bryant, Mark and Spencer, Change etc) that do bra fittings and have a good reputation. However, each store is different - some measure correctly, and some use the stupid VS method. Every store has a different team of employees and knowledge. DO NOT GO IN WITHOUT HAVING MEASURED YOURSELF FIRST, JUST IN CASE THEY ARE ONE OF THE BAD STORES. DO NOT TRUST ALL BRA FITTERS, EVEN IF SOMEONE RECOMMENDED THEM TO YOU. If your fitter gives you a measurement different from this one, be mentally prepared to have a difficult time getting them to help you find the right bra.

I had the fitter at Change help me, and when I mentioned that the gore did not tack, she said “Oh, the gore never touches the chest with these bras”. I was like HAHA NOPE BRING ME A LARGER CUP WOMAN. And lo and behold, 2 extra cup sizes later, the gore tacked (and my boobs stopped spilling out). She was very nice otherwise but if I hadn’t known better that could have been bad.

Resources:

buckitty this is the post I was thinking of. It’s amazing.

PSA

If you’re in the UK, Bravissimo are great for fittings and bras. They specialise in larger sizes, and have pretty reasonable sizes. They do everything from t-shirt bras to sports bras and swimwear. They also do shirts and stuff which are designed to accommodate larger boobs. Their website is also great.

Reblogging to save a boob.

Draco Malfoy in the books

If you didn’t read the books you wouldn’t know…

If you didn’t read the books you wouldn’t know that Draco is the most annoyingly smart and artistic little shit you’ve ever heard of. 

you also wouldn’t know that Harry was the only seeker who could beat him. That he suffered from quite severe depression in book five. Quit Quidditch, stopped seeing his friends. He was depressed to the point of looking physically sick. That when he confronted Dumbledore he said he had to kill Dumbledore because Voldemort had his family. Not because he was concerned for himself. You wouldn’t know that he was the only person able to find a way into Hogwarts passed Dumbledores protection spells.

you guys also miss out on the fact that Draco brilliantly sneaks some polyjuice potion from a potions lesson so that he can transform Crabbe and Goyle into different girls all the time so that no one suspected they were up to anything while the two of them guarded the area outside of the room of requirement for Draco.

you guys don’t get to see how his “big bad slytherin buddies” actually tried to calm him down on the train when he was obviously anxious about the whole Voldemort thing. he even calmly laid in Pansy’s lap while she played with his hair.

you guys don’t know about Draco going to visit moaning Myrtle in her bathroom and how she admits that he opens up to her and how he’s sensitive and cries pretty often. and the whole fact that they’re friends.

you guys even miss out on the fact that Draco and Harry meet before they introduce themselves in the handshake scene while they’re being fitted for school robes in Diagon Alley, and Draco has a full conversation with Harry without even knowing who he is.

i don’t think you even get a glimpse of the fact that Draco always receives letters and packages of sweets and stuff from home while he’s away at school.

i also can’t stand the fact that they removed THIS SCENE and basically added the total opposite. how are you going to delete the best character development for Draco, and just make him weak? standing next to his fellow classmates and refusing to cross the courtyard when his family calls him, yelling “Potter!” when he realizes that Harry is actually alive and running towards him and throwing him a wand!! it’s the strongest, ballsiest, audience-mind-changingly scene possible, and they just throw it all away.

((sorry i’m just really salty about how he was portrayed in the movies ok))

I’m internally screaming because this is everything that needs to be known by all of those haven’t read the books and have the bALLS TO SAY THE MOVIES ARE BETTER