At five, he named every single peacock. Every. Single. Peacock. Lucius called him foolish. Narcissa smiled. Both choked on their tea when during a light lunch in the garden, one peacock pecked another aggressively, and five-year-old Draco sprung up on his chair and shouted, “Bad Severus! Bad! Time-out!”
He grew up a lonely child - doted on and loved, but lonely. There was the occasional visit from his father’s associates and their children, mostly Crabbe and Goyle, but they were more pawns than friends, bigger, dumber children to boss around.
Later (too late), he’ll realize this and will learn regret for what could’ve been, if he had actually treated them like friends.
He played pretend often as a child. Usually, he was the prince, the hero. But sometimes he was the dragon, wrecking everything in his path.
He can’t function without coffee in the morning.
He cries when Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt declares him not-guilty and freed of all charges.
The manor becomes a thing of fear and horror to Draco after the war, his memories of home forever tarnished by Voldemort’s presence, by the monstrosities that happened there. He can’t show his face in the Wizarding World without fear of being ambushed, or, at the very least, looked upon with hatred and disgust. He starts visiting a muggle village near the manor, where nobody knows him or his past and he can be anyone.
The more time he spends around muggles the more he realizes his parents were wrong - how could anyone who could create all of this without magic be useless or unintelligent? And the nice girl at the coffee shop who smiles at him every day and asks him how he is when she doesn’t have to, could just hand him his coffee and move on, can’t be a waste of space, she just can’t.
Lucius finds out where he’s spending his time. They get into a huge fight - their only real fight because Draco had always been a good son, he prided himself on being a good son. It’s the first time he ever raises his voice to his father. It’s the first time his father strikes - truly strikes - him, open palm, across the face, and something that had already been frayed between them breaks in two.
Draco leaves home.
He returns to Hogwarts to get his NEWTs because he’s already starting off on the bottom rung with Death Eater stamped on his back - uneducated will be the death of him.
He learns to hate the name Malfoy and repels everything to do with it.
He joins healer training after Hogwarts, with so many ‘Outstanding’ N.E.W.Ts behind him, St. Mungo’s can’t turn down his application.
But that doesn’t stop his trainers and co-workers from making his life an absolute hell, doing everything they can to make him quit. That doesn’t stop the looks they and the patients alike give him, distrust and disgust. He does not quit. He works harder than he’s ever worked at anything in his life because he’s finally found a purpose, a real purpose - to make others feel a little less broken than he does on a daily basis, to fix them because he doesn’t know how to fix himself.
It’s not redemption. It’s not an apology. He just wants to help, be a better him, for once in his life.
And yes, the first time a patient pukes on him, he almost quits, because puke in his shoes, but he doesn’t.
And he’s brilliant at it. He destroys at healer training. Becomes the greatest healer St. Mungo’s has. And suddenly, people aren’t avoiding him any longer, but asking for him, requesting him.
He earns the title of Potions Master - a very prestigious, difficult title only awarded to the best.
He creates potions not only for St. Mungo’s, but also for smaller, free clinics, for people who can’t afford St. Mungo’s.
He single-handedly revolutionizes healing potions as the wizarding world knows them.
He carries lollipops in the pocket of his healer robes for children patients.
He has a son - Scorpius Hyperion - who takes the last name Malfoy, just like he had when he came into this world.
He stops hating the name Malfoy and instead decides to change what it stands for, make it more than it ever was. Make it a name his son can be proud to own.
TO QUEER PEOPLE WHO ARE ABUSED PHYSICALLY, EMOTIONALLY, VERBALLY, ETC, BY THEIR PARENTS.
It’s not your fault, you don’t deserve this sort of pain as for any discriminated queer person. Your parents are supposed to love and support you as they have since they day you came into this world. You are forever beautiful and protected by this community. There will always be people you can communicate with to give you advice on what to do, I’m sorry your parents treat you this way. You matter as much as anyone else, your health matters and your happiness. Your identity is forever valid. Take care of yourself.
(Please add anything if I missed something. I feel like this isn’t enough I’m saying.)
Niall opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. You rolled your eyes as you stared at him from across the kitchen counter. Niall furrowed his eyebrows as he placed his hand on his chin. He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “Alright. Tell me again exactly what she said.”
You let out a sigh as you leaned your hands against the counter. “She basically told me to fuck off, Niall.” Niall shook his head and sat down on one of the bar stools. “I just can’t believe Kimberly would say something like that to you.” You sighed as you sat on the seat next to his. You leaned your head against your arm. “I can’t believe it either.”
“So did you tell Harry?” Niall asked. You shook your head, “No. And I’m not planning on telling him either. I can’t tell him that he married-”
“The wicked bitch of London?” Niall interrupted, lips quirking up in a smile. You let out a chuckle as you gently punched him in the arm. “I’m serious, Niall. It’ll break his heart knowing Kimberly’s capable of saying something like that to someone. Promise me you won’t tell him?” Niall shrugged his shoulders as he got up to grab something from the fridge. “I guess, Y/N. But he’ll find out eventually. What’s he gonna think when his best friend suddenly stops talking to him?”
You groaned as you placed your head on the counter. “It’s not like I was going to do anything to hurt the marriage. I respect Harry too much to ever jeopardize it. But now I feel like I did overstep my boundaries, that’s why Kimberly wants me out of the picture.”
Niall turned around from looking in the fridge, a bottle of water in his hands. “You did nothing wrong, Y/N. You’re Harry’s best friend. Just because he’s married, that’s never going to change. Kimberly’s just insecure that her marriage is in the runs.”
You rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted of the situation. “Out of all the people I could’ve fell in love with, why Harry?” You let out a laugh at how ironic your life was. “I just had to be the stereotypical girl who falls in love with her best friend.”
Niall smiled, sitting back down next to you as he placed his arm around you. “Harry’s just a great guy. Every girl is bound to fall in love with him. At least you have the privilege of being his best friend?” Niall tried assuring you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You leaned your head against Niall’s shoulder and puffed out your cheeks, “I hate my life.”
With yet another promise from Niall that things were going to work out in the end for you, Niall left your apartment. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your Facebook feed. You sighed as you saw another post from Harry’s honeymoon. You leaned your head against the bed frame as you clicked on Harry’s name. You started looking through his most recent pictures. A lot of the photos were either from his honeymoon or his wedding. You tried not to wince as you would stumble upon pictures of him and Kimberly kissing. You were basically looking at Harry’s timeline in his photos. There were pictures from when he proposed to Kimberly, pictures of them at a Coldplay concert, pictures of them eating crazy looking food, pictures of them on the bed snuggling. Just pictures of them.
You laughed as you landed on the next picture, your hand covering your mouth.
You smiled at Harry as he placed a small cake in front of you. He sat down in front of you, a smile so wide, you were afraid his dimples would somehow burst. “This is my first time trying out this cake recipe, love, so bare with me if it’s not good.” Harry said as he began lighting candles on the cake.
You shook your head, a smile still on your face. “It looks absolutely amazing, H.” Harry looked over at you and smiled. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. “And now, it’s officially your birthday.”
Since you and Harry were twelve, he’s always made sure to be the first to tell you Happy Birthday. As your best friend, it was his sole purpose to do so. Every year, Harry would make you a cake, from scratch, and would sing you happy birthday. You guys would eat cake in your pajamas while watching Sixteen Candles and eat even more cake for breakfast in the morning. It was a perfect tradition you’d hope would never end.
Your eyes glanced over to the caption. On this day, my beautiful best friend came into this world. I will always remain thankful for this day. I will always love you.
You bit your bottom lip, rereading the caption what felt like a million times. You couldn’t help but wonder how your birthday will be this year. It was only in a couple of weeks. Would Harry still come over? Should he even come over? With everything Kimberly said, is it right for him to come over? You grabbed one of the pillows placed on your bed and screamed into it. With your head still in the pillow, your laptop began to ring. You looked over to see your mom was trying to FaceTime you. “Just what I needed” you mumbled. You plastered on the most phony smile to exist. “Hey mom.”
Your mom smiled, “Oh, honey! How lovely it is to see you!” You shook your head, letting out a giggle. “I saw you at the wedding, mom.” Your mom shook her head, a look of concern appearing on her face. “How are you doing, sweetie?” Besides Niall, your mom was the only one that knew of your feelings for Harry. How could she not? She was your mother. Your mom would always tell her friends that she knew you and Harry would be married someday. She loved your friendship and she loved how Harry respected you. It’s what every parent dreams for their child. When she got the invitation to his wedding, she was absolutely shattered for her daughter. She immediately called you only to be met with you sobbing on the other side of the line.
You shrugged your shoulders, pushing your hair behind your ears. “I’m fine.” Your mom shook her head. “You’re not. And it’s okay if you aren’t.”
You sighed as you stared at the computer screen. “It’s over, mom. He’s married. I can’t do anything but be supportive for him.” Your mom pursed her lips, nodding her head. “Well, Y/N. The reason why I called was because I want you to go out-”
You groaned, interrupting her. “Mom. Please. The last thing I want to do is go on a date.” Your mom let out a sigh.
“Y/N. Harry’s married.” You shook your head slowly as your eyes shifted away from the screen. Your mother continued, “And from looking at how happy he was at the wedding and listening to his vows…Y/N, he’s going to be married for a long time.” You sniffed, trying not to tear up in front of your mom.
Your mom looked down at her hand, looking at her wedding ring. “Every mother wants that for her child. They want to see them in love. They want to see their wedding. I want that for you, Y/N. As your mother, I can’t stand back and watch you hurting.”
You looked back at the computer screen, a tear falling down. “Let yourself be happy.” Your mom whispered on the other side. Your head shot down in defeat. She was right. A moment of silence passed before you whispered, “Alright.”
Lucas was…nice. He did everything you were supposed to do on a first date. He asked about your family, he asked about your job, he asked about your hobbies. He pulled out your chair for you at dinner, he held open the door for you, he paid for dinner. Lucas was a proper gentleman. You couldn’t help but think you needed someone like Lucas. As harsh as it sounds, Lucas was your distraction from Harry.
“Well this is me.” You said as you nodded towards your apartment building. Lucas nodded as he followed your gaze. “Is it alright if I walk you towards your door?”
You smiled, nodding your head. As you and Lucas were walking towards your door, you let out a laugh as Lucas was telling you about accidentally walking into his brother “handling” his business in his room.
Your laughter halted as you saw Harry standing in front of your door. He was staring between you and Lucas with his arms crossed. “Harry? What are you doing here?” Harry stared at Luke before he turned to look at you. “Can I talk to you?”
Lucas cleared his throat, catching on the tension. “I should probably get going, Y/N. I had a really great time.” You turned to look at Lucas and gave him a small smile, nodding. “I did, too.” You leaned over and gave him a hug. As Lucas returned the hug, you couldn’t help but feel Harry throwing daggers at you. Lucas cleared his throat once more as he nodded towards Harry and walked back towards the elevators.
As soon as you opened your apartment door, Harry was quick to ask, “Who was that?” You ignored his question, taking your heels off. “What did you need to talk about, Harry?”
Harry cleared his throat, crossing his arms once again. “Were you on a date?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yes. Ok, yes, Harry. I was on a date.”
Harry let out a scoff. “That explains why you wouldn’t answer my texts.” You rolled your eyes as you began pouring yourself a glass of wine. “Well I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you.”
Harry closed his mouth, a slight pang of hurt on his face. He shook his head. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Kimberly got into our first fight today. I really needed you, Y/N.” You stared into the wine glass, your mind zoning off as Harry went on about the fight.
“I just need you to tell me what to do.” Harry said. You quickly came back to your senses. “I’m sorry, H. I got none of that.” Harry let out a sigh. He was already frustrated enough with Kimberly and being ignored by you wasn’t making it any better. “Damn it, Y/N. Stop thinking about that guy and pay attention to me.”
This time it was your turn to let out a scowl. “I’m sorry Harry that I wasn’t listening to you go on about your wife. Why would I want to hear your problems in your marriage when I’m having problems myself?”
Harry threw his arms out, “You’re supposed to be my best friend! You’re supposed to be listening to my problems and help!”
“My life doesn’t revolve around you, Harry!”
Harry looked away from you, shaking his head. He realized he was being needy but you’ve never had a problem with it before. You were always happy to help him whenever you could. He couldn’t help but think it was because you had a potential guy in your future. He doesn’t know who that guy was, how many dates you guys have been on, or how much you liked him. What he did know was you didn’t look right with that guy.
Harry placed his hand on the door knob before he looked at you. “You’re right. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”
“Wait, H-” You closed your eyes as the door shut. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hating that you were so harsh to Harry. You were about to run after him but you couldn’t help but thinking about what Kimberly said. You knew you shouldn’t let her words get into her head. Why is she just now having a problem with your friendship with Harry when they’ve been together for two years now? You let out a sigh as you sat on your kitchen barstool. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like from Kimberly’s shoes. You would be insecure as well if your husband had a best friend that has feelings for him. But you weren’t the type of person to jeopardize a marriage, why couldn’t she see that? You leaned your head against your hand. You didn’t know what to do anymore.
When Harry stepped into the elevator, his eyes were staring at your door, expecting you to run after him. When your door made no movement of opening, Harry looked down at the floor as the elevator doors closed.
thank you guys so much for all the feedback married is getting so far! i love that you guys are liking it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you guys thought/ want to see what happens next!
On July 7, 1994 this ray of sunshine came into the world. He is a man with a big heart and a beautiful & kind soul. He is one of the most badass drummers alive and has an amazing voice. At the same time, he has the most adorable giggle and I’m living for his dimples. Happy birthday to the sweetest, funniest, most talented, caring, handsome, beautiful drummer! Happy birthday Ashton ♥
Request: friend zoning shawn to the point where he is begging to get out #request but rly u were too scared to let shawn in
a/n: HI!! i’ve been working on this one for quite a while and it’s finally done!! yay!!! thanks for being so patient with me everytime i pushed the upload date back lol but anyway, i hope you enjoy!! random side note - my family and i ate 5 pounds of potatoes at dinner tonight lol
okay now enjoy reading and tell me what you think when you’re done!!
Most people would think that sitting in a back room would be the most unentertaining thing in the world. But when this back room happens to be filled with three of your closest, and backstage at the LA Staples center, a back room sounds more entertaining than any other room.
“How long did he say the meet and greet lasted?” Brian piped up as he threw a red skittle up into the air. The skittle bounced off his nose and landed on the ground.
“When we came to this world, the seven of us, we made the relics to try to hide the Light that they contained from the Hunger that would consume us. But it was a mistake. I fed a record of our mission to the Voidfish and I made you all forget. I made the world forget.”
I had a wonderful time being Lucretia at Dragon Con this weekend! The beautiful baby Junior was made by @automb for @pearlybae‘s voidfish cosplay and photos were taken by @cowbuttcrunchies.
(Minor edit to properly credit the maker of Junior!)
5 Of The Most Dangerous Lies We’re Told From Birth
These lies have been told for generations in the interest of pushing the agendas of those in power. These lies disempower us and cause us to believe that our lives are meaningless. Acknowledge them for what they are - distractions from your true purpose.
1. Grades = intelligence. Your grades in school determine your ability to take memory tests, true intelligence comes from your ability to understand yourself and the universe. The schooling system is designed to prevent us from questioning our reality to prepare us to work jobs - rather than teaching us how to create our own realities. Education without knowledge of self is incomplete.
2. Death is the end. This lie encourages us to live through the ego & pursue material things to make the physical existence seem more real - which makes the ego feel safe. There’s no such thing as death because energy cannot be created or destroyed - it is only ever transformed.
3. Social status. Those in power want us to believe that we are beneath them because they hold more money than us - this is separation in one of it’s more obvious forms and separation is the illusion. The CEO, janitor & doctor came into the world the same way and will all reach the same end.
4. You have no power. We’re told that life just happens to us & we have no control over what it brings but we have the power to create the life we want to live. If we all knew this to be true we would all experience much less conflict and would find it easier to work together to build a better world for all of us.
5. Creativity is a waste of time. If you were told to put the paintbrush down and “get a real job” just know that this is because creativity has been discouraged to disempower us. Being creative gives us time to reflect on the way we see the world and question our understanding of it - which is why it’s so important for all of us to express ourselves creatively.
(I would have made something a little bit better/complicated but I didn’t have much time so here’s this simple thingy whoops)
ANYWAYS happy “the day when you came to the world” anniversary for ya!! :D I hope you’re having a nice day filled with love and being surrounded by those who love you <3!! You’re a huge inspiration for many of us, including myself tbh! Many people adore your work, and I mean- who wouldn’t?! You have such crazy yet creative ideas, and you know how to make the perfect balance between funny moments and drama stuff (fee l s). You’re an amazing and lovely person, I hope you never forget that! c:
I drew Zurai because she seems too adorable. Tiny characters are my weakness wfafasasf. I dunno whether she’s bad or not, but I have a feeling that she is, so have this weird thingy??? lmao what am I doing
Also a little speech in spanish under the cut cuz I’m lazy for english rn
We’ve touched on determination, grit, loyalty, the tendency to put literally everything in our mouth, but I’d like to present a more morbid note to the humans are space orcs discussion.
Every race in the galactic alliance had heard of the humans talent for surviving. They came from a world that was classified as a type 3 death world, 70% chance of death to any who dare to visit without native assistance. Most humans were accepting and kind, others were more hostile, but the universal agreement was having a few humans on your crew was extremely advantageous.
One day aboard a mass transportation vessel headed to the planet vesta 3, liriza, a “maid” as the humans called them, was strolling through deck sevens hallways. Xhe soon came to the lounge area and was startled to see a large group of humans sitting closely together, “crying”. Several different species were there as well, but the main mass of horrible noises was of the human variety. Xhe approached carefully. In the corner a borderline wasteful amount of earth floral arrangements were set up around a small picture of a human with yellow hair. Xhe approached a chibmini who’s spikes were curled in sadness. “Forgiveness, but why are the humans crying?”
“One of the humans kin died.”
Liriza knew humans were extremely reluctant to part with their friends and families, and even in death they held on to anything that reminded them of the dead human.
“What happened?” Xhe asked.
“He overdosed on sedatives.” Said a woman with bright green hair. She seemed to have the reddest face, but she wasn’t sobbing quite as much as the others.
“Oh. I’m so sorry. But accidents-” xhe started when the green human interrupted.
“On purpose. It was suicide.”
“I- I am unfamiliar with that word.” Xhe said softly.
“He killed himself. He took more drugs than his body could handle so he died.”
“But why? Isn’t it in human nature to want to live?”
“That’s usually the case. But Bill was very upset about his mother dying. He got depressed. Really depressed.” Depressed was a word that liriza was familiar with. Deep, unrelenting sadness that never leaves.
“He desired to die because he was sad?” Xhe muttered.
“We were just married. That’s why we were heading to vesta 3. To honeymoon.” The green human said quietly.
‘For all their talent for survival, humans have weaknesses too. Mainly themselves.’ Liriza thought.