one tree hill appreciation week 🌳day seven ≡ favourite quote At this moment, there are 6, 470, 818, 671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.
i’m just finishing the last background on page 12 of SSM~ and realizing that nobody will ever notice the leopard print on Yuri’s shoes! so… now some of you will! lol X3 the page goes up in a couple hours (O w O) text is done, just finishing touches, and then formatting it for posting! <3
Y'ALL LISTEN UP BECAUSE NOW I LIVE FOR THE BEST SHIT EVER WHAT HAPPENED IN MY LIFE.
SO STORRY FIRST When I was 15 yo I get to know One Direction and i became a HUGE fan of them because you know, reasons, they’re just amazing. One of my biggest dreams was going to their gig and in 2013, when I was 17, my 3 friends bought tickets for Take Me Home Tour in Berlin and one of them had to sell her ticket because she wasn’t allowed to go and the other two friends wanted me to go with them and I started to beg my mom and dad to allow me go, but unfortunately I could not go with them. Two years later, in 2015, I wanted to go to Vienna for On The Road Again Tour but I could not because I was out of money. I still regret that i wasn’t at any of 1Ds concerts even if I’m 21yo rn. Bonus is that Harry always been my favorite in a band and I really wanted to see him live.
AND NOW THIS SHIT IS GOING TO BE REAL BECAUSE I TALKED WITH ANOTHER TWO IF MY FRIENDS TO GO AT HARRYS GIG AT HIS FIRST SOLO TOUR AND WE FOUND SOME TICKETS FOR HAMBURG’S SHOW AND WE ARE GOING TO BUY THEM AT MONDAY
AND OH MY GOD GUYS YOU CANT EVEN IMAGINE HOW MUCH I WAS CRYING AND SCREAMING AND SHAKING AND EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF THAT. YES IM 21 AND I AM PROBABLY THE PROUDEST DIRECTIONER EVER OKAY
AFTER LONG FUCKING EIGHT YEARS I WILL SEE MY BIGGEST SUNSHINE AND MOST AMAZING PERSON THAT THIS WORLD HAS EVER HAD AKA HARRY STYLES
I. W A I T E D. F O R. T H I S. M O M E N T. E I G H T. F U C K I N G. Y E A R S.
I SWEAR TO GOD IMMA DIE AT THIS GIG
THE SUMMARY IS EASY GUYS, NEVER EVER STOP BELIEVING AND GIVE UP AT YOUR DREAMS BECAUSE THEY WILL COME TRUE I PROMISE
hey hey hey guess what y’all’s I got a new computer!! :0 holy heck!! all the parts for it finally came in and it’s all completely set up and I can finally show it off!!
I’ve been saving up for a new custom built computer for a really reALLY long time and I’m sO DANG HAPPY WITH IT NOW AAAAAAAA IT’S GORGEOUS AND IT RUNS SO SMOOTHLY AND THE MONITOR DISPLAYS ARE FANTASTIC and the fans are so quiet and soothing that RBG motherboard’s shifting colors are sO PRETTY IM HONESTLY SO SO HAPPY!!
for those interested in some of the specs, this computer has:
- 1 Terabyte Seagate BarraCuda internal drive - Radeon RX560 graphics card (with RGB Aura sync) - 550 Watt Corsair CX 550M power supply - Asus ROG STRIX B350-F RGB gaming motherboard - Ryzen AMD 5 1400 processor - Logitech Z333 speakers (THEY SOUND AMAZING BTW OOOOH MAN) - left monitor is an Asus ProArt LCD monitor, right is a Samsung S24E650 LED monitor - Amazon Basics keyboard and mouse (the mouse I plan to upgrade later, keyboard’s perfectly fine) - I’m probably forgetting a few things like the case and probably other stuff bc it was my brother, the IT genius, who selected the parts based on what I needed and put it together, not me lmao)
I’m looking to give the computer a name, if anyone has any suggestions hmu!! :0 I’m open to anything!!
Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.
“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.”
The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.
And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.
“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”
“I want my friends to come visit.”
Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”
“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”
Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge.
“I see. For how long?”
“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”
Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”
I want my friends…friends…how often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables.
“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”
Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”
Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”
“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”
“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”
“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”
“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”
Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click.
Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front.
Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.
“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”