also look at ron

listen I love this early TFA concept art of young Kylo Ren (then just referred to as the Jedi Killer) 

because

he is literally dressed like an emo

  • Kraglin: Yondu, you're telling me you don't notice anything different about my hair?
  • Yondu: ...But, you have your same hair?
  • Kraglin: Yondu! I have bangs now!
  • Yondu: I've never known what bangs are, and I don't intend to learn!
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kinda like the soundtrack to some dystopian horror game, one that’s haunting but in a super aesthetic way 

listen here

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“call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me!”

I bet Iris and Barry have dressed up as Kim and Ron for Halloween, and I imagine that was before the characters became a couple on the show. When it happened, Iris was laughing (hesitantly) like ‘Nah, that’s just a TV show!’ while Barry was secretly hoping that it might happen to them too… 

theverytiredgirl  asked:

drarry domestic au make me cry

  • ok i’m gonna try not to stress myself out with the logistics of this too much but it’s post-canon minus the epilogue & when they’re in their early/mid-20s. they both have jobs that don’t suck but i don’t know what they are
  • and we’re past the point where the relationship is a Big Deal everyone’s used to it now and the drama has passed. they haven’t been together for a long time but it’s stable
  • draco has been living with his mom, not at the manor, a new big house she bought in another country in europe. he works in london but he didn’t want her to be alone so he moved with her. she’s rolling her eyes waiting for him to move out and live w harry
  • harry is a Sad Boy as we all know and has been living at grimmauld place - he at least fixed it up a ton with the help/insistence of the weasleys so it’s pretty different than it used to be but it’s not like he picked it out or particularly likes it. it’s just never really occurred to him to move u know
  • he doesn’t sell it when he moves out but he checks up on it regularly and he gives andromeda and teddy free reign of the place also and just kind of keeps it available for anyone who he’s pals with who needs a place to stay or whatever. maybe if it’s relevant to his job, whatever it is, he turns the place into a legit shelter
  • anyway.
  • definitely neither of them knows shit about looking for an apartment and hermione helps (ron also does not know shit and is disruptive)
  • they’re looking for something that’s more temporary, like not a house they’ll live in forever, something that kind of gets them on their feet and into the world of living like real adults. something nice but not fancy
  • draco’s difficult and dislikes very specific and unpredictable elements of each apartment and hermione throws her stack of notes at him because she can’t figure out how to avoid what he’ll dislike. the realtor thanks her
  • harry meanwhile has like no preference and is just like “ok this is nice” about everything they look at. ron throws hermione’s stack of notes at him (the realtor is scandalized but secretly thankful again)
  • tl;dr eventually they decide to live in a muggle part of london and work with a muggle realtor so they can just feel like normal people
  • the apartment they pick has a lot of big windows like narcissa’s new house 
  • and a really big kitchen with a really long table like grimmauld place 
  • and a spare bedroom which is mostly used for sleepovers with teddy, or rose and hugo, or ron when he falls asleep on the couch
  • they get plants because draco lives for the #aesthetic but both of them forget to water them so neville winds up coming over for dinner every wednesday night and “checking on” the plants
  • luna paints them a mural on one of their walls as a surprise gift so they lose their deposit money
  • an old lady lives next door and her cat is in love with draco and he keeps sneaking in and trying to eat their plants and trip harry so that he can have draco to himself. she gives them a key to her apartment so that they can just deposit the cat inside instead of knocking on her door three times a day. when she learns that harry likes to cook but doesn’t know a lot of actual recipes she gives him her family recipe book and he has an emotion about it
Missing Parts - 23.

Part 24 
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After your Hogsmeade trip the Sunday passed happier between you than any other day in the past months. The simple thought that finally you will do something against Umbridge lift your mood, not to mention you could see there really are people who believe what Harry says. He seemed delighted too; and you knew it’s also because of your lovely date that you had in The Three Broomsticks. Not even the large amount of homework could spoil your mood.

Except Umbridge herself, who shut down every organization by Monday morning. That couldn’t be a coincidence, you knew it, but it’s only made you more eager to stand up against her.

The first D.A. meeating went pretty well; Harry was a good teacher indeed. Even though if you started with basic spells, everybody needs practice, and for some people it was clearly necessary. There were only two things that bothered you – or better to say, two people. Firstly, Zacharias Smith, who constantly added pejorative notes to almost whatever Harry said. You were really close to hex him, but then there was the other thing that bothered you – Cho Chang’s flirting with your boyfriend all the damn time.

“So, what’s wrong?” – Harry asked after Ron and Hermione disappeared behind the Fat Lady’s portrait and you stopped at the deserted corridor. The seventh floor was always empty and silent at these late hours.

“Nothing.” – you said with an unusually high pitched voice, but as he looked questioningly, you sighed loudly and continued. – “Why Cho touching your arms and giggling evey time when you’re near to her?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, she’s… wait, are you jealous?” – Taking a step closer, a grin started to appear on the corner of his mouth.

“No, I’m not.” – you said, offended. – “Or maybe I am. But the girl is flirting with you!”

As he let out a laugh you shot an angry look at him, folding your arms across your chest, so he stopped. “Oh, come on. She probably knows I’m dating with you.”

“Yeah, and apperantly, she doesn’t care.” – you hissed, avoiding his gaze.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing a hand on the small of your back. Staring his chest rather than his eyes, you were fiddling with the collar of his shirt as he started to speak in a low voice. “Listen, even is she does, I don’t care. Okay? I’m in love with you.” – As the words left his lips he fell silent instantly, and looking up at him, you saw as a light red colour flooded his cheeks. You knew why, saying this was truly hard for him, and this was definitely the first time he did.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, it was stupid.” – you muttered in a raspy voice, leaning closer and kissing him. – “I love you.” – you whispered against his skin, feeling he was smiling.

Arriving back to the common room, you spent there the rest of your night, even when it was completely empty – except the four of you. Ron and Hermione was sitting on one of the couches next to each other, while Harry on the ground with his back against the sofa, you between his legs, leaning back on his chest as his hands was gently wrapped around you.

“I still can’t believe that was your idea Hermione.” – you said as you were talking about the D.A., making her smile. – “I’m so proud of you.”

Her laugh was stopped by Ron’s sudden voice. “Sirius!”

“Yes, I think he’ll be proud too.” – you added, but looking up at Ron, he was staring in the other direction.

“No, I mean in the fire!”

Turning your heads, you saw your father’s head inside the fireplace; a little smirk on his face and an eyebrow cocked. “Having fun?”

Way too quickly, you crawled out from Harry’s embrace, kneeling down in front of the fire. “What – what are you doing here? Mom knows about this?” – you rattled of, only in the attempt to distract the attention from Harry and yourself.

“What kind of a question is this? Of course she doesn’t know.” – he said with ease. – “But I need to know more about your secret, illegal society.”

WHAT?” – you yelled together immediately before he told about Mundungus, who was also at the Hog’s Head all the time, having a perfect view of you and the whole D.A. He also told that Mrs. Weasley wasn’t happy about the idea at all.

“It applies to you too.” – he looked at you. – “Your mother said she don’t want to hear about that you’ll take part anything like this.”

“And what do you say?”

“I say she doesn’t have to hear about it.” – he said with a wink, making you grinning.

“So do you think that’s a good idea?” – Harry asked in surprise.

“Of course! Do you think James and me wouldn’t have done the same thing?”

You continued to talking about the Dumbledore’s Army for a little while, but you could tell there were some other things that he wanted to say; and when there was just a moment silence between you, he take the advantage and asked. “So, what is it about you two?”

Glancing at Harry, you saw he was too nervous to speak, but when you opened your mouth to answer, your father spoke again. “Dung saw you together in The Three Broomsticks too.”

Harry nervously run his fingers through his hair and stared at the floor, but now you felt yourself unconfortable too, thinking about your not exactly modest behaviour at the pub.

“Well, so, we’re… dating.” – you said.

“You don’t say.” – he answered sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit. “Okay, sorry! I just didn’t write about it because I wanted to tell you in person.”

To your surprise, he wasn’t offended at all, but a kind smile appeared on his face. “I think…” – he started, but stopped suddenly, and in the next moment, he vanished.

“What…?” – you fell silence immediately as you saw a small, chubby hand with big, lousy rings on her fingers. All of you jumped up and runned up to your own dormitory. Being so shocked, you only talked just a few words about it with Hermione before both of you went to bed.

That was the first night in a long time when you couldn’t sleep again. All you could think if is how close was Umbridge hand and what if she saw him, even if it’d be still impossible to find him at the Grimmauld Place. You still tried to remain calm and not stressing over about it, but after a few days, you’ve got a message from a little first year. Unfolding the parchment, it said your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wants to see you in her office at four p.m.

“What have you done? I told you shouldn’t do anything!” – Harry said almost angrily while you were sitting at the Gryffindor table at the Great Hall in the morning.

“And I haven’t done anything!” – Staring at the parchment with the childish handwriting, the answer was suddenly too clear, but you remained in silent. Instead of you, Hermione said out loud. 

“She knows about Sirius. She probably saw him on the other night…”

The rest of your day passed anxiously, not looking forward for your chat with Umbridge. You weren’t afraid of her, but it wasn’t about you.

Knocking at her door just a minute before four, you heard the girlish voice right away, giving a permission to enter. After you stepped inside the office, you had to take a deep breath to prevent yourself from making faces. Everything was pink and lacy, and there was some strong parfume-like scent which you were sure it could make your head ache after ten minutes.

“Sit down.” – she said with a fake smile which was more like a grimace, her voice sweet. “Would you like some tea?”

Before you could say no, she already handed a cup to you, already filled with the drink. “Sugar? Milk?” – she asked with the same sugary tone.

“No, thank you.” – you said uncertainly, not taking your eyes off her. 

“Just drink.” - she insisted.

You just lifted the cup, but your right mind stopped you. It was too suspicious. The hot liquid touched your lips, and you acted like you drink some of it.

“Tell me, my dear, what do you know about Sirius Black’s whereabouts?”

The arty cup trembled in your hand, even though you expected this question. “Nothing.”

“Drink some tea… before it cools down too much.” – her smile was so forced you couldn’t decide it’s funny or frightening. You faked another sip. – “Where’s your father?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never met him.”

As the muscles in her face tightened, you could tell she started to lose her patience. “And what about your mother? Does she know anything about him?”

“Leave my mother out of it!” – you snapped; half of the tea spilled on the floor.

A vicious smile hovered on the corner of her mouth. “Tell me, Miss Black. Where is she now? As far as we know, your house in Hampshire stands empty.”

“I don’t think my mother’s personal life is your business.” – The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself, but you were so angry now, it was a miracle you didn’t shout. – “Professor.”

The little, evil smile disappeared from her face; her voice was nothing like a few minutes before. “Your mother worked amongst muggles for more than ten years – after your father’s betrayal and murder. Why is she returned to the wizarding world? Why now? And why the ministry?”

“She realized that job wasn’t for her. Maybe you should learn from her.” – you said offhandedly, causing her to losing her remained patience.

“ENOUGH!” – she shrieked, standing up, her face red with anger. – “Get out of my office!”

Even she couldn’t get any useful information, you felt yourself weak and scared, and in the moment when you arrived back in the common room, you fell into Harry’s arms, clutching your hands tightly around him and taking sharp breaths. He repeated your name several times before you pulled back, looking at his also frightened face before you lead him, Hermione, and Ron in a quiet corner. Then you told everything to them.

“I bet she put Veritaserum on your tea! But that’s illegal! Oh, Y/N, if you had drink it…” – Hermione said, but Ron cut her off.

“That bloody old hag! Harry, I’m sure she’ll speak to you too.”

“Ron’s right.” – Hermione said after she saw you confused faces. – “Fudge knows Sirius is Harry’s godfather, so probably Umbridge knows too.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you pressed your face against Harry chest who embraced you, trying to say calming words. “Everything will be fine.” – he murmured, but you could feel his fast heartbeat and rapid breathing, even when his voice was strong.

Hours later, when the common room was almost completely empty, and you were curled up on a couch, Harry spoke up after long minutes silent. “If you want to quit from the D.A., I’ll understand.”

“What do you mean?” – you asked in surprise.

“It’s not just about Sirius. Your mother work at the ministry, and Umbridge already suspicious about her.”

You shook your head. “No. That won’t solve anything. In fact, it’s just made me more tempted to do something against her.”

He pressed his face to you forehead. “I just worry about you.”

“Don’t. I can handle myself.”

He snorted. “Yeah, this is exactly why.” – You chuckled, lifting your head up and pressing a kiss on his jawline. He smiled before he pulled back, stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “Just be careful, please.”

“Okay.” – you said, trying to close that part of the conversation. – “Listen, I know Christmas is still almost a month away, but… I’d like if you’ll come and spend the break with us.” – His eyes sparkled with excitement. – “Of course, if you’d rather go to the Burrow than the darkest place in London, I wont blame you.”

“No. I want to go with you.” – This calmed you down a bit, enough for you to fell asleep peacefully; spending another night on the couch with Harry.


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anonymous asked:

“do it. i dare you.” for speirton pretty please?

following a distressingly similar pattern to the way i did my schoolwork, i’ve taken almost two weeks with these prompts only to actually get around to finishing them all over the space of a single weekend, and gosh i am sooo sorry for how long it’s taken me to get them out! im almost there now though i promise! 

hope you enjoy, much love!! <3

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Harry Potter Imagine - Hermione Plays Cupid

     “I can’t believe it!” Hermione squealed, “I’m going to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum!”

     I gasped in excitement for her.  I was so happy that my best friend was going to the ball with the famous seeker!  They had been flirting for weeks and I had just known he was going to ask her.

     “That’s great, Hermione!” I responded.  “You must be so excited!  Have you picked out a dress?  How are you going to do your hair?”

     She grinned back at me, “I’ve been thinking about it all day.  I’ve ordered some periwinkle dress robes, and it just might be time to break out my bottle of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion!”

     “Oh, you’re going to have so much fun!” I told Hermione.  I meant it, too.  Viktor seemed like a great match for her.

     Hermione, observant as always, picked up on my word choice.  “Won’t you come to the ball too? Please?”

     I sighed and turned my attention to my already chipping nail polish, refusing to make eye contact.  “Hermione, no one goes without a date.  You know that.”

     “Well, why don’t you ask someone?” she persisted, “I know Harry and Ron are still looking for dates.”

     “You also know I would never do that,” I said.  I was so done talking to her about this.  She had been trying to convince me for the past two weeks, and I was not going without a date.  But I knew that she wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed to go, so I had been kind of avoiding her.  “Bye Hermione, I’ve got to get to class.”  I turned away quickly and left before she had time to protest.

     It’s not like I didn’t want to go to the ball, it was just that no one seemed to want to go with me.  It seemed like everyone interesting already had dates - everyone except for Harry Potter.  But he would never ask me; he rarely even talked to me.


     Later that night, I was sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room, studying for the potions test tomorrow, when Harry walked over to my table.

     “Hey,” he said, running his hand through his perpetually messy hair.  Oh my gosh, it was so cute when he did that.  Not that I noticed or anything!

     “Hi!”  I smiled at him.  “How are you?”

     “I mean, I’m okay.”  He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but then closed it again.

     “What?” I asked, studying him.  “Is something wrong?”

     “No.  I guess I’m just nervous.”  I raised my eyebrows in what I hoped created an interested but not obsessed expression.  Was he going to ask me to the ball?

     “Well, I mean… Hermione… Hermione suggested that… that I ask you to the Yule Ball,” Harry mumbled, a blush spreading up his face.  “I mean, I know we don’t know each other that well, but… um… will you go to the ball with me?”

     “Of course!” The words shot like a rocket out of my mouth.  “I mean, yeah, I’d like that.”  Oh great, now we were both blushing.

     What a perfect time for Fred and George Weasley to walk by.  “Harry loves y/n, Harry loves y/n!” They chanted.  I wished I could melt in to the floor.

     “Well,” I muttered, trying to ignore the twins, “I’ve got to go.”

     As I turned away to gather up my things, I felt a smile spreading across my face.  I couldn’t wait to tell Hermione about this!

What does drarry look like to you?

In my head they’re both tall and lanky, Draco’s an inch or two taller but it’s not a dramatic difference. They’re muscular but very thin. Harry has broad shoulders and Draco has nice hands with long fingers. Draco has fair skin that’s a few shades lighter than his near-white hair. Harry has a similar complexion but more golden that contrasts shockingly to his jet black hair. Draco’s grey eyes are almost blue depending on the lighting and Harry’s green ones are striking.

Harry wears clothes that he’s been given and doesn’t really notice them. He’ll mismatch whatever he picks up first and though his outfits are usually a complete train-wreck he somehow manages to pull them off. Draco is the complete opposite. He takes a lot of pride in his appearance and loves to buy expensive clothing. He leans more toward monochrome but will occasionally add in a splash of colour -usually green which he says is for Slytherin even though it’s not Slytherin green at all. It’s Harry’s eyes.

Harry’s hair is always a mess. Most of the time it takes on the sex-hair/just-out-of-bed look but sometimes it’s just a mess. It spikes up in a way that almost defies gravity no matter how many times he tries to flatten it. Draco has finally cast away the excessive product and his hair falls neat and flat just past his ears. It’s parted in the middle of his head but Harry runs his fingers through it often enough that it rarely stays that way, much to Draco’s chagrin.

That’s just my mental picture though, what’s yours?