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Kool-aid Vase Incident | 17.08.17
  • Someone in chat: Talk about the vase thing.
  • Dan: Yeah, Phil what the hell is up with your kool-aid vase incident?
  • Phil: Right, let me explain...
  • Dan: Have you explained this?
  • Phil: NO! It was a...
  • Dan: Seriously, what is wrong with this guy? Explain it.
  • Phil: The kool-aid it said...
  • Dan: No, go back. Context.
  • Phil: In my video...
  • Dan: Which video?
  • Phil: My Sleepless Night With Phil...
  • Dan: This is why I interrupt Phil.
  • Phil: Yeah.
  • Dan: He leaves out... look, I let him start things 'cause I'm nice like that but if he just goes "the kool-aid went in this!" It's like look... they don't know what you're...
  • Phil: Let's rewind, sit by the fire, open the book and tell you a tale about the glass of the vase. Basically, in my Sleepless Night With Phil video, I was making kool-aid and the kool-aid said to prepare it in a large drink receptacle, so I thought what's large? None of these glasses, I'm going to use this massive glass.
  • Dan: It's... it wasn't a glass! It was a flower vase.
  • Phil: It was in the cupboard with all the glasses!
  • Dan: Was it?
  • Phil: Yes!
  • Dan: Why?
  • Phil: I don't know! I didn't put it there.
  • Dan: Didn't you?
  • Phil: I just thought it was a massive glass but it turns out it is a flower vase but it makes a really good drink. Do you know when you have a massive mug for a big hot chocolate if you're having one of those nights? You know?
  • Dan: *hesitant* Yeah... *laughs*
  • Phil: Yeah, well if you're going to have an eight hour session on the laptop, just pour one drink into a vase and you don't have to get up again.
  • Dan: I guess? Sure.
  • Phil: Just make sure it's got no flower bits in it.
  • Dan: But there are big drinks receptacles that are like cylinders...
  • Phil: There can be like three pints in that!
  • Dan: Wouldn't you like cut your lip on it because it's not what it's supposed to be?
  • Phil: No, just think outside of the box, Dan. That's what you need to do.
Frost (Chapter Six)

So this chapter has some of my favorite moments of the entire fic. No spoilers, but I can’t wait to hear what you guys think.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)
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“Is there a reason for this particular banquet?” Tony asked, adjusting the necklace he wore every day so it lay better against his shirt. “It seems like you people do an awful lot of feasting.”

“And whatever could you mean by ‘you people’?” Thor teased, coming up behind Tony to help. “This color is lovely on you, Anthony.”

“Yes well, your servants seem to think you and I need to match at all times.” Tony rolled his eyes. “But we do look good all decked out in red, don’t we?”

“You shine brighter than I, my love.” Thor turned him from the mirror and brushed gentle fingers through Tony’s hair. It was getting longer and starting to curl and it made him look soft and young and Thor adored it. “Red might be my favorite color on you.”

“I thought blue was your favorite color.” Tony teased, and stood on his toes for a kiss.

“I rather believe nude is my favorite color on you.” Thor murmured into his lips and Tony laughed.

“I believe you.”

Thor sighed, more of a growl than anything, and lifted Tony into his arms before turning towards the bed, pushing the covers down to lay Tony out across the soft sheets.

“I thought we had a banquet to go to.” Tony protested half heartedly, feeling the electricity between them already rising to the surface, and when he ran his hand down Thor’s chest, sparks jumped between them. “Do we have time to–”

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“I’m pregnant”

Originally posted by seaside-stars

Request:  Can I request 27 and 59 from the prompt list with Harry Hook please?

Character: Harry Hook (Descendants 2)

Word count: 1259

A/N: This is kind of how I imagine Harry really would react.

Warnings: None

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It just couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. At least not here. Not on the Isle.

The first symptoms showed a few weeks ago. At first you never thought much of it. You suggested it was something about the food and so did your dad, the Mad Hatter, after you vomited two times one day when you were helping him at his shop. After a while you went to a witch, Medeia, to talk with her about what was happenin. She was one of the best and a friend of your father from even before the island was turned into a prison for all the villains. You trusted her to tell you the truth and she always did. Although you loved the Isle, you didn’t wanted to spend your whole life there and you were more than happy to be friends with people who thought in the same way as you did. For years you’ve been best friends with Uma, Harry and Gil. For the last few years you’ve been dating Harry and even though you had your fights from time to time, you couldn’t have been more happier.  

“So how is your relationship with that pirate boy going?”Medeia asked you when you went to see her. It was no secret for anyone on the Isle that you and Harry were dating. Although Uma was the pirate queen, you were the “royal” couple there. But even than her question surprised you, because she had never asked such a thing before.

“Rather well I would say. Why?”You asked confused.

She got up from the table you were sitting at and went over to one of the shelves where some of her potions were.

“Are you feeling well these days?”She asked with her back at you, not turning around.

“Umm…”You were even more confused now.”Actually not really. Did my father told you something?””

“Oh no, darling. I never discuss our meetings with anyone, even with your father, you know that.”

“Well ,how did you know something’s wrong than?”

“A witch, remember?”She smiled at you, coming back to sit at the table. She slid a small bottle on the table and placed it in front of you.

“What’s that?”You questioned, taking it in your hand, examining it.

“That’s for the pain, it won’t make it go away fully, but it will definitely help you.”She stood up once again, going back to her potions.”Besides it’s not one of these concoctions, that Xantha sells to her customers. I’m so glad you came to me because the stuff she is selling are just ridic…”

“Wait a second. Why would I got to Xantha?”The other witch was also good but to her were going only infertile couples, men who had problems with sex and pregnant women. There was no reason for you to…”You are not saying I’m pregnant, are you?”You basically screamed, your voice higher than of a boy that has been hit in his manhood.

“Now, now. It’s not that bad, you know? Besides I think you’re ready. Well, at least you. I’m not sure about that boyfriend of yours though.”Medeia said, still rearranging her potions and bottles.”Trust me you don’t have to…”She turned around to look at you, but you were gone, stormed out before she could finish her sentence.

It couldn’t be true. You didn’t wanted it to be. You were hoping that Medeia had made a mistake. But you knew that she never makes mistakes. You were pregnant. You were gonna have a child. On the island. Even the thought of raising a kid on the Isle made you sick. This wasn’t what you wanted. It made you sad, thinking of everything your child won’t have and the place it has to grow up on. You were gonna get out of there, you were gonna raise the kid on Auradon with Harry just like you two have talked so many times. Harry… How was he gonna react? He probably wasn’t going to be really happy about it. You stopped in your tracks. You were on the docks, in front of Uma’s ship. While you were lost in your thoughts, your feet had brought you home to the only person you wanted to see right now. Harry. You craved to see the brown haired boy but were also afraid of what he might say.

Once you stepped on the ship your eyes immediately glued to Harry, who was training with a few of the members of the crew. You were so caught up in your worries how to tell him and a few different scenarios how he might react, you didn’t realized the boys had finished the practice until Harry stood up in front of you, waving his hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention.

“Hey, love.”He smiled.”Are you alright? You have been staring weirdly since you came here.”He frowned.

Although you wanted to tell him everything, you just couldn’t. You knew that he was going to understand, but all the words had caught up in your throat, trying to get away at once, which resulted in a mess and you couldn’t even make a sound.

“(Y/N). why are you looking at me like that?”He asked, putting away his sword. He hanged up his hook on the rail you were sitting on and wrapped his hands around your waist, leaning close to you which allowed you to wrap your legs around his torso, bringing him even closer. He kissed your lips and you kissed him back, running your fingers throw his hair.”Love, what’s going on?”He questioned once you pulled away from each other. You could sense the concern in his voice. And you didn’t wanted him to worry so you just decided to go for it. You trusted him that he won’t leave you because of something like this.

“I was at Medeia’s today.”You sighed.

“I know, love.”Harry chuckled.

“Harry, I’m pregnant.”You looked in his eyes and all you could see was that he was kind of stunned from your confession. Definitely not the reaction you wanted to see.

“Is it totally sure?”He asked, his facial expression not changing at all.

“It is.”You whispered. Well maybe you were wrong and he was gonna leave you after all. Your face turned pale.

“In the name of the sea…”He muttered.”I’ll be a father. I’ll be a father!”Harry shouted, his face lighting up in joy. He picked you up and spun you around while laughing and shouting. Then he put you down, placing both of his hands on your cheeks and crashing his lips into yours. When he pulled away, you were both out of breath. You were smiling wildly at each other, tears of joy running down on both your faces. You brought your hand to his face and wiped a bit of mascara from over his lips, that was running down on his face because of the tears.”We’ll have a baby.”He whispered, his eyes not leaving yours. You just nodded. He hugged you tightly, you wrapped your hands around him, while Gil was calling for Uma, shouting something about being an uncle and running around like a little kid that gets what it wants, and all the other members of the crew were cheering and shouting around you.

“I’m so happy right now, I won’t even go after him to kick his ass.”Harry said happily, not letting you go, and you both laughed. You felt his body shake from his laugher and hugged him even tighter. It wasn’t important where you were you had Harry and that was all that mattered.

2

“I thought: ‘Oh shit, he’s writing about me again … What’s he saying?’ It’s odd because it’s pretty bittersweet. It’s not a statement of certainty. Maybe his head was still pretty confused. Because it’s all very well going on stage and having good fun, but brotherly relationships are deeper than people imagine, and it does take time.” Graham Coxon

A portrait of a killer.

//// I haven’t drawn anything “serious” in a while annnnd I haven’t tested Clip Art Studio yet properly so I thought I’d do something of a study of him, channeling some Rembrandt :^) I love how he used shadows and light so I implemented them here, that and Jhin’s smile that can make milk go sour gives the whole picture an eery feel. As if he’s studying you, his mind is turning around how to make you beautiful.

Overall I’m pretty fond of how this turned out, except the pattern on his shirt, I have to look up on that shit. Oh well, I learned a lot! 

anonymous asked:

Hmm i actually thought Jack would be more unhinged early in the season and then later learn so to speak. Now i wonder will be turn out evil in the end? Just for drama reasons? I mena Jack is a plot point on a drama show if he starts out by being cute well behaved good boy listening to his daddies that kinda immediatly sets it up that that wont stay that way?

Jack embodies all of TFW and their journeys (who have all had DARK and GOOD paths at various points) plus he is between heaven hell and earth. He had a lot of story and baggage going on and he represents biology / found family so he is going to be going both ways I’m SURE at various points. It kinda has to happen for him to be a mirror of all of TFW as well as an obvious exposition for the blood/found family themes of the show etc?

I tentatively speculate he will go dark side around mid season finale to then come back around by later in the season - finale and help be part of Lucifer’s demise/redemption, but we have very little to work on, that’s just what myself and a few others have chatted about since 12x19 and it follows this so far, but anything could happen to change this, the season hasn’t even started yet! :)

Well shit…

So I’ve either done something very dumb, or something (that will be) epicly awesome… (and I’m pretty sure it’s pretty damn dumb, even if it turns out beyond amazing)

So there’s this program called Twine that lets you create “Choose Your Own Adventure” style stories. I used to love CYOA books when I was younger and had tried to make one using MS Word years and years ago (it was an abysmal failure).

Last year, at a conference, they had a session on Twine and I thought it sounded pretty cool, but never really looked into it.

Today was a bad day as far as motivation and energy went, so I figured I’d check it out.

This was the result…

I mean, that’s a really nice number of words I got written today, but look at that first image. This is going to be a massive, sprawling project! Once you get through the introductory bit, there are 18 different story paths you can go down! 18!

Now, it’s not like I’ll have to write 18 independent stories. Part of the nice thing is that I can (theoretically) converge the paths down to a more manageable 3. (As part of the reason there are 18 is that the 6 occupation options each have 3 genre options).

Still, it’s going to be a crazy amount of work

If I die, it’ll be because the weight of this project crushed me while I slept

(I’m such an idiot sometimes)

oh I had a thought last night

I was just kind of thinking about my headcanons for the reasons why trolls’ tears are their blood color

I imagined it was something along the lines of, troll bodies produce far too much of the pigment which colors their blood such a vibrant color

So to avoid buildup, the extra pigment is added to every body fluid, tinting it that color. From tears to urine to genetic material. Possibly sweat, as well

Since troll blood is often used as dye and paint, it probably doesn’t wash out or fade easily, like a strong dye. Human blood turns a desaturated brown color when it’s dried, so in order to be used as a saturated dye, troll blood would likely wind up drying in it’s saturated state

Though I imagine modern blood-based paints have chemicals and such added to them to increase the brilliance of the color and to help preserve it

Since urine is probably one of the major forms of ridding the body of extra pigment, a dehydrated troll might have to worry about the included risk of the pigment building up in their body/kidneys/whatever

I HC that troll organs and such are grey, but maybe healthy kidneys are a desaturated shade of their blood color. Unhealthy kidneys would be a brighter shade, indicating buildup and malfunction of the kidneys or frequent dehydration

I searched high and low,
I searched all day long but I still don’t know,
Why I’m left alone.

We were always together,
Through every song we sang,
Blending our voices in unison, melodious harmony.
We always hung out at recess,
I’ll tell you all the jokes I had.
You’ll laugh and call me silly,
But I took it with ease, light-heartedly.

We got each other’s back,
Well, I thought we had.
But all along it turns out,
I had a knife on my back,
Your hands stained with my blood.
Your heart, jet black.
A cold farewell,
Told me we’re not friends,
Gave a small smirk,
Then turned tail and ran off.

Now I’m left wondering,
What I did so wrong.
I’m left with the pain,
Of your sudden absence
That I took comfort in.

I want to know,
Did you plan this from the start?
To tear and rip me apart?
And is it my fault that I never knew,
The claws you were hiding from view?

—  By Just-Unis

For @FairestOfTheRare’s Fic of the Week we turned to @sableunstable ’s amazing Remione Fic, Stages.
I had the pleasure of sitting down with her, and here is our interview:

1. What was it that first drew you to writing pairs that aren’t commonly seen in the community?

I like the feel of them. I came into the fanfic community reading and then writing Dramione, but it never really fit. This fits. It feels right for me, and I think that shows in my writing.

2. What was it that attracted you to this particular pairing?

The possibilities of Remione intrigues me. There’s so many ways to write Remus, so many directions to turn that’ll still fit his character, and finding out if Hermione can and is willing to work with and match all of them is thought-provoking and, quite simply, fun. Plus Remus can bring out sides of Hermione we don’t usually get to see as well, so there’s that too!

3. How do you envision the dynamic of Hermione and Remus’ relationship?

Volatile. Seems like a word you’d really put with Sirimione, doesn’t it? But I think it sums them up well. Both are stubborn as hell and both believe they know best. Both love to the ends of the earth. Remus and Hermione meld together really well, but it isn’t smooth sailing. I don’t actually think I’d want it to be. Choppy waters aren’t always massive waves, but they still effect the calmness of the ocean, and they always eventually settle to calmness and solidarity once more.

4. Who do you think you’re the most alike? Hermione, Remus or even Sirius? And why?

Remus, with a bit of Hermione thrown in. I relate to Remus so much, which reflects in my personal headcanon of his character, but I can also be a naggy little miss when I want to be! LOL!

5. What is your favourite line from the piece?

“I’m not a monster. You are.” - a line not published yet. 😉

6. What are your other favourite rare pairs?

Okay! So, answer: I really like Jegulus. They tickle me pink, lol. Love them. And Fred/Regulus (Fregulus?) has been sitting in my brain as well, which means I’ll write them eventually. Sirimione’s electric and Jily’s lovely. James and Lily make me sigh. SiRemione is a pleasure I enjoyed writing. George/Remus work SO well, and Pansmione are something else I’d love to explore more.

tfw you’re writing and your fic is turning into something you didn’t intend it to be

tfw you’re writing and a character says something you didn’t expect them to say and it sort of opens up a new plot point you’re going to have to resolve now by the end of the fic

One neat thing I noticed while rewatching is that some of the paladins’ introductions in episode 1 coincide with their elements! Like:

The Yellow Lion’s element is Earth, and the first thing Hunk ever does onscreen is complain about being in the air and then work with metal. The fear of heights / motion sickness makes sense considering his affinity is with the ground, as does his talent for mechanics.

The first time we see Pidge, she’s working a communications unit. The Green Lion’s thing is Forests, and a big aspect of that is the idea of roots and connection with other living things (”we are all made up of the same cosmic dust”) and the first thing she does on screen is literally connect with others.

Red’s element is fire, and Keith’s introduction is literally him blowing something up and then punching some guys. Which. Speaks for itself honestly.

Weirdly, Shiro and Lance don’t seem to follow this trend. The first thing we see Shiro do is help Matt extract ice from Kerberos, and the first thing we see Lance do is fly the simulator, and neither introduction seems to be related to their given elements of air and water/ice respectively– in fact I’d say they seem swapped. I dunno if that means something, and maybe this observation is meaningless lmao, but it seems to hold up with the other three, which is interesting.

Potter and Parkinson

I’m sure this has been done before, but I absolutely live for pansy/Harry friendship

- Pansy and Harry become friends even before Drarry happens
- it’s eighth year, and of course all the returning students are grouped in one big dorm because house unity and all that
- Harry can’t sleep. The nightmares are too much, and he doesn’t want to bother his roommate *cough*draco*cough* because he’s his ex-rival for merlin’s sake and that’s just /awkward/
- so he sits by the hearth in the common room, where everything is usually purple and gray but right now the fire is roaring and everything is bathed in a wonderful orange light
- and he doesn’t notice Parkinson sitting in the love seat to his left until she shifts and drawls out a scathing “well if it isn’t the boy who just won’t die”
- and of course Harry jumps, wand out and pointed at Pansy’s throat in half a second
- she stares at it and pushes it away in silence
- there’s the expected “nightmare?” “Yeah. You?” “Same as you, what do you expect” exchange then comfortable silence
- eventually they fall asleep where they are
- in the morning, pansy’s gone and Harry’s late for breakfast
- neither of them say anything about it, but she nevertheless slips him an extra hot coffee as she leaves the great hall
- it happens again that night
- this time, they talk about it
- “what’s it like to die?”
- he starts. He’s never told anyone about that. Ever.
- and that’s how he finds out that Pansy is a legilimens
- “why don’t you look for yourself?”
- “I’m not a barbarian, Potter”
- so he tells her. And she listens.
- she asks why he didn’t tell Weasley and Granger
- “they worry too much”
- and she gets it
- the next night, she tells him why she doesn’t boast about her legilimency
- “My Death Eater family loved to exploit it. When old Voldy came back, he forced me to use it to find out his victim’s fears and weaknesses. I was a puppet. I didn’t ask for that.”
- “None of us did.”
- they meet like this every night, when the nightmares are too much or the insomnia sets in
- she explains that sleeping was too much like passing out from Crucio
- He talks about how weird it feels since Draco started ignoring him
- they talk about Draco a lot
- “he wasn’t always that way. You should’ve seen him as a child, when his father would be away on business. I’d never met anyone more in love with life.”
- they don’t talk for the rest of that night
- he notices the slytherin Trio has mostly broken up
- Pansy, surprisingly, hangs out with Luna during the day
- Harry asks about it
- Pansy shrugs “she doesn’t dwell on the past”
- One day Hermione and Ron don’t show up for breakfast
- Pansy takes the seat next to Harry, “ she snuck into his room last night after you went to bed. Kicked Blaise out and everything.”
- They talk about life after hogwarts
- “you don’t want to be an auror anymore, then? Thought saving people gave you a hard on, Potty”
- he laughs for the first time in a long while
- “it gets boring after the first couple hundred times, I guess”
- “well, Mcgonagall obviously wants you for the DADA position”
- “maybe”
- they walk together to herbology
- Draco gawks as they enter the greenhouse
- Pansy offers a small smile
- Draco turns away
- Harry sulks
- Ron and Hermione show up a minute later, Hermione blushing and Ron raising an eyebrow at Harry, but he doesn’t say anything when Pansy whispers something in Harry’s ear that makes him grin wide
- It’s the middle of the year, and Harry and Pansy have established a sort of routine
- they meet every night, sometimes to talk, sometimes to take walks around the castle, sometimes just to sit in each other’s presence until they fall asleep
- in the morning, whoever wakes first brings up two mugs from breakfast, if it’s Pansy she brings cocoa, while Harry brings coffee
- Harry asks why Pansy always wears extra layers, or uses far more blankets than normal
- he mentions that Malfoy does it, too
- “Draco never told you?” “I never asked”
- it’s a side effect of the Cruciatus and Imperio Curses
- Harry thinks he understands
- He pats her hand, and she wonders why he’s so warm
- he shrugs. He’s always been like that.
- maybe it’s because of his mother’s love, he jokes
- she just looks at him. “Perhaps you’re right about something for once, Potty.”
- the next morning, Draco wakes early to find them snuggled together in front of the dying embers, Pansy leaning into Harry, extra blankets discarded on the floor
- he can’t help the tight, smoldering feeling in his chest as he walks to breakfast
- it’s Saturday, so there’s no class, but Blaise still leaves a mug of coffee and a cup of cocoa on the coffee table in the common room for when they wake, warming charms cast to keep the drinks steaming
- when they wake up, it’s not awkward at all. Just comfortable.
- like sharing a bed with your sibling
- they enjoy their arrangement, and Pansy takes advantage of Harry’s warmth constantly
- eighth years are allowed to leave the grounds at any point, so long as they obey curfew
- Harry and Pansy visit Hogsmeade together shortly after Christmas break
- while out for lunch, they run into Draco
- Pansy invites him along
- Harry and Draco start talking and don’t stop
- Pansy is torn; she hates being a third wheel, but she thinks she ships the two more
- she excuses herself, claiming exhaustion, and finds a quaint book shop near the edge of the village
- There, she runs into a distressed Granger
- turns out, Granger broke it off with Weasley
- Pansy is surprisingly good at comforting others, and shares her unexpected love of books with Hermione
- but while Hermione adores nonfiction, Pansy reads fiction. Thus, a friendship grows
- their day at the book store marks the start of a new relationship
- she tells Harry about her impromptu date with hermione
- “on a first name basis now, are you? I feel betrayed.”
- “oh shut it, Potty.”
- she’s blushing and they both know it
- in retaliation, she asks about Draco, and now it’s Harry’s turn to bloom red
- when Harry asks Draco out in the Great Hall a few weeks later, Pansy stands and screams from the other end of the table “IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU PINING PRICK”
- Harry and Draco both turn red, scurrying out of the hall, hand in hand
- Pansy high-fives Luna, who giggles the whole time
- Harry does the same thing when Hermione asks out Pansy, but instead he’s screaming “SAY YES ALREADY PANS, YOU BLOODY WUSS”
- Ron gazes at them sadly, but Blaise distracts him with a comforting hand on his lower back and offers some treacle tart
- Pansy and Harry’s nightly meetings start happening less and less, but they’re still closer than ever
- when Draco and Harry have their first fight, Pansy knows, cuddling with Harry in front of the fireplace like they used to
- Hermione is super understanding, bless her heart
- She still draws a mustache and monocle on Harry in revenge for stealing her girlfriend, though
- she wakes Draco early to see it
- He takes pictures of his exbutkindofstill-best friend and boyfriend cuddling
- he won’t admit it, but his heart melts just a little as they wake, untangling from each other, bleary eyes and bed heads
- Harry and Draco don’t fight as much after that (but neither of them mind so much on the mornings after they do because Harry and pansy’s friendship is so precious)
- drarry and pansmione have a double wedding
- Ron and Blaise are Best Men, Luna and Ginny Maids of Honor
- Harry gets the DADA job, but always floos home at the end of the day to be with Draco and the kids
-pansy works in hogsmeade, running the bookstore where she first comforted hermione, now minister of magic
- Draco is a wonderful homemaker, who works from home co-editing the Quibbler with Luna
- even after marriage and families, Pansy and Harry have slumber parties, just the two of them in the living room while Draco and hermione take the kids out
- they cuddle and talk about everything
- in the mornings, pansy always wakes first, since Harry is usually up late grading papers
- but now, she makes two coffees for Harry and hermione, a cocoa for her, and a tea for Draco
- Harry and Pansy still spend nights by the fire, but sometimes they’re joined by their spouses, Ron and Blaise, and Ginny and Luna
- Sometimes Pansy and Draco’s skin still turn to ice
- sometimes hermione and Harry still wake up in the middle of the night for no solid reason
- but they’re surrounded by the ones they love
- the war is over
- pansy’s legilimency fades with age, and she’s happy to only have to live in her own head for once
- Harry and Draco learn to be in love with life, and with each other
- Hermione and Ron are no longer a ‘what if’
- and while Draco’s scars never completely fade away, Harry assures him they make him even more beautiful
- While Pansy will never stop being cold, Hermione is there with cocoa and and blankets and her warm embrace
- while Harry and Hermione never eat as much as they used to, too accustomed to those days in that wretched tent, running from the enemy, starving in the forest, Draco and Pansy are there to hold them and kiss them and remind them that it’s better now. It’s okay now.
- and suddenly it wasn’t just Pansy and Harry with late night talks and cuddles on the couch
- it was everyone else, too
- it was warm, and safe, and home
- and it wasn’t perfect
- but it was good.