and ted's hair

some anon asked me to draw tony and pepper, but i accidentally deleted the message, sorry!!!! (⊙︿⊙✿)

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Edward Petherbridge in the ‘The Exorcism’ episode of the BBC’s Dead of Night series, 1972

Harry had not gotten any work done this week. 

It was Thursday, and he’d been sulking listlessly since Sunday night, when a conversation he’d thought would end in joy had instead wracked him with the most terrible guilt. 

He halfheartedly crossed out bullet points on a piece of parchment in Ginny’s heavy hand, knowing that sitting in his office and scribbling on parchment wouldn’t get him anywhere, but he didn’t have it in him to do anything about it. 

A knock at the door startled him, and he called, “Come in,” dully to his secretary, a recently graduated Hufflepuff named Gordon. 

“Mr. Potter,” Gordon said with a barely contained smile that annoyed Harry beyond reason. “There’s someone here to see you.” 

“Is it important?” Harry asked, scrubbing a hand through his hair, then his stubble. Merlin, with the way he looked right now, he’d probably scare off whoever needed him to initial a form or green-light a mission. 

“I’d say so, sir,” Gordon said, and pulled the door open a little further. A small bundle of red-headed energy came bursting through the door, and onto Harry’s lap with a cry of “Harry!” 

Astonished, he ran his hands through his godson’s rapidly darkening hair. “Hey, Ted, what are you doing here?” 

Gordon had disappeared, and Bill Weasley took his place at the door of the office. “Teddy and I had a little talk about what you told him on Sunday,” Bill began, but the five year old interrupted him, “’m excited ta be an older brother, Harry, I can’t wait ta give hugs ‘nd advice ‘nd love like Bill said.” 

The knot that had been in Harry’s stomach since telling Teddy about him and Ginny having a baby in six months loosened a little bit, and the crushing guilt he’d felt when Teddy refused to talk to him afterward began to lift, even a little. He looked at Bill, who grinned conspiratorially at him, then back at his godson. “I’m excited for that, too, laddo,” he told him. “I’m glad to hear you say it.” 

“’m sorry I was awful,” Teddy said sheepishly, looking at Harry with eyes so green they made Harry hurt. “I didn’t want you ta stop coming ta see me ‘nd taking me ta fun places like the zoo ‘nd the dragon ranch and ‘nd on picnics and -” 

Harry cut him off by squeezing him in a fierce hug. “That’s never gonna happen, kiddo, ever. I love you, even when me and Ginny have our baby, we’re always going to make time for you. That’s what your dad asked me to do when you were a baby and I’ll never stop doing that.” He felt the words with everything in him, felt love for his godson at the same time as the realization that he needed to do a better job showing that love if he was to be a good father. Relegating another generation to the un-honed skills Harry had observed in childhood was not an option, and he’s grateful to be learning already. 

“I know,” Teddy answered, when Harry released him. “I told Victoire about it on our playdate this morning ‘nd she said she loves being a sister ‘nd that her mommy and daddy don’t love her less ‘nd I know you’re not my dad, but her dad said it’s the same thing.” 

“He was right,” Harry said, and glanced up at Bill, again, grateful. “It’s the same thing. I won’t love you any less when Ginny and I have our baby. And you’re gonna be a good god-brother to them, aren’t you?” 

Teddy nodded, then tucked his head under Harry’s scruffy chin, adjusting himself until he was comfortable on Harry’s lap. Harry, so relieved it almost hurt, put his hand on Teddy’s small back. 

“I’ll just leave you two to it, huh?” Bill said, smiling. “Unless you have work to do, Harry, I can take him home if you need.” 

Harry glanced at the stack of paperwork at the edge of his desk, and suddenly it didn’t seem so unconquerable. “Nah, I can start in on this tomorrow. For now, I think, Ted’s gonna help me sort through Ginny’s list of names and see what he likes the best.” 

Bill met Harry’s eye with a wink, and Harry gave him the most grateful look he could muster. “It takes a village,” Harry’s oldest brother-in-law said with finality, and slipped out of the room, leaving Harry finally reunited with his godson….and excited once more at the prospect of growing the little family already wriggling excitedly on his knee. 

captaingrayface  asked:

Uh... pretty sure pigtails on that hairstyle would be WAY thinner than that since 3/4 of Ted's hair is going in other directions; there's not enough hair left to give em volume.

And, really, that’s the most unrealistic thing about that comic.

Dear Journal,

Sirius and I were finally back home. We had a wonderful wedding anniversary trip but we couldn’t wait to go back home and see Teddy. During the car ride, Sirius was driving with one hand, and holding mine with his other. We arrived home and Teddy jumped in my arms.

“I missed you.” He said softly in my ear.

“Oh I missed you too sweetheart. So much.” I said.

“How was your trip?” He asked.

“Brilliant!” Sirius said, behind me.

“Dad!” Teddy said, running to Sirius.

“Hey Ted. So I see you didn’t burn the house down?” Sirius laughed.

“I didn’t!” Teddy laughed toot.

Sirius took our bags to our bedroom and I unpacked the cooler we brought. Sirius came back with a smirk on his mouth.

“Who’s in the shower?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“James Sirius. Remember he spent the weekend here so I wouldn’t be alone.” Our son said.

“Oh I know that! I’m just wondering why you aren’t with him?” Sirius said, sending a wink to Teddy.

“Dad! C'mon!” Teddy whined, embarrassed.

“Babe would you stop teasing our son?” I said, rolling my eyes with a smile on my face.

Sirius was always teasing Teddy about these things. He was the kind of dad who would highfive his son because he kissed his crush.

“I’m only joking!” Sirius laughed.

Teddy was watching the quidditch game with Sirius while I made popcorn. It had only been a few minutes since we arrived. Suddently, James Sirius came out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips, and one ruffling his hair.

“Ted I used your shampoo becau…” and then he saw us. “Oh hum.. I’m sorry.. I-I..” he said, his cheeks getting red.

“Hi James! No need to be embarassed, I saw you a hundred times naked when you were a kid!” Sirius said.

“Oh.. I’m huh.. i’m going to go get dressed..” James said, walking to Teddy’s room.

Once James Sirius was back in Teddy’s room, Sirius and I both silently sent a look at Teddy.

“He’s actually the cutest thing ever.” Teddy said, blushing.

Sirius and I laughed. They were the cutest thing ever. James Sirius walked back into the living room with his sweatpants and one of Teddy’s shirt and sat down next to him, snuggling into his chest. Teddy smiled and wrapped his arm around him.

“I bet you all two galleons that my favorite team will win.” Sirius said, breaking the silence.

“Oh game on dad! They’re loosing that’s for sure!” Teddy laughed.

I handed James Sirius a bowl of buttery popcorn and we watched the game. We ordered pizza and watched a movie afterwards. Sirius had his hand on my thigh and the other in the popcorn bowl. He sent me a few glances here and there because James and Teddy were kissing silently. He wasn’t annoyed, he was happy to see them together. When the movie ended, Sirius stood up and chuckled. Teddy and James Sirius were asleep in eachothers arms.

“Let’s leave them here. They look comfortable.” I whispered, taking Sirius’ hand.

We walked to our room and went to bed. Sirius gave me a few kisses and snuggled into my chest.

“Goodnight love.” He whispered.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too”

-Remus
July 2nd 2014

On December 5th, Dawn Kraut, a senior at the University of Washington and sister of a Seattle detective, gave a statement to King County Detective Kathleen McChesney concerning a lengthy conversation she’d had with Ted Bundy a day earlier in the school’s cafeteria. What follows is a portion of that statement:

On Thursday, December 4th 1975, I was at the undergraduate library cafeteria at the University of Washington where I am a senior in psychology and anthropology. I had a class from 1:30 to 2:30 P.M. and then went to the cafeteria by myself. I sat alone at a table and was studying. At about 3:00 o’clock I noticed a man I recognised as Ted Bundy from the newspapers, sitting about two tables away. I have never met Bundy. I wasn’t really sure it was him as I thought he was in Salt Lake City. The man i thought was Ted Bundy was talking with a hippy-type of guy, he was about 25 years old and had long blond hair. “Ted” was eating a hamburger and laughing and smiling, although I could see under the table a kind of dichotomy- his legs and feet were moving as if he were very nervous. 

I wasn’t able to hear much of their conversation and when they stopped talking the blond man and Ted got up from the table and parted. Ted was going near the door and I went up towards the vending machine to get something to drink. I wasn’t very far from Ted then I quietly said Ted? “Ted” turned around and said “Do I know you?” I said “no” and he nodded his head and asked my name. I frowned and he said “Just your first name.” I said “Dawn.” “Ted” said “I saw you looking at me, it was more than just a double-take.” I said, “I never forget a face.” Then I didn’t want him to think I recognised him from seeing him in person before and I told him I had seen his picture in the papers… At first “Ted” seemed nervous and then composed as we talked longer. He told me he was Ted Bundy. He was wearing nicely pressed old jeans, new reddish brown loafers, a navy blue turtleneck and a beige and brown striped sweater with a loose cloth belt. When he was eating his hamburger he wasn’t wearing gloves but now he was… We stood by the door and had a conversation for about 45 minutes…

I asked how the case was going and he smiled and said, “Well,” and then started talking about the sensationalism of the press. He also said, “It’s something people will never forget.” I told him I thought people would forget. He disagreed with me about this, he seemed certain people would remember… We didn't talk about anything other than him. I asked him what he was doing in the library and he said he had come from the law school where he was told that they didn’t want him there using the facilities because of his reputation. Ted told me that I was the first person that recognised him that didn’t previously know him. He asked me if an attractive young woman like myself wasn’t afraid to know that “Theodore Bundy” was around campus. I shrugged and didn’t answer. 

I told him I knew one of the girls who disappeared- Denise Naslund. Ted said, “Oh, that’s a shame.” “I feel sorry for the genuine friends and family of the people who disappeared.” “I can really see why they’d be bitter and want the person or persons caught.” “It must have been a terrifying nightmarish experience.” I recalled that he only spoke about the incidents with the girls as being disappearances.”

Source- The Bundy Murders A Comprehensive History by Kevin M. Sullivan

it’s so hot but i need to keep up my all black aesthetic if this isn’t dedication i don’t know what is