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For Christmas one year in the late 80s, all of us kids received 35mm cameras as gifts. My dad was “temping” (for eight years) in Alaska after the Exxon oil spill and these cameras had been used to document some of the damage.

That being said, I went through a short period of taking lots of photos at the comedy club where I worked (then not taking any pictures again for decades). Most of the pictures were of my friends, I rarely photographed any of the touring comics.

But these photos of Bill Hicks are in my stacks of pictures from that time. Obviously I didn’t take the one that I’m in, but I may have taken the other two. I don’t remember.

Holly-ween

Chapter 24 of July, July. Also on AO3. 


October 1988

“I can’t believe we have to escort your baby sister.”

“Lucas, you volunteered to come with. I didn’t even invite you.”

El peeks out at the bickering boys from the basement bathroom to chime in. “Oh please, you love having an excuse to go trick-or-treating again.”

Lucas scoffs and falters in his reply. “Yeah, well…this is all your fault anyway. Can I get in there and use the mirror already?”

A week ago El had been at the Wheeler house, munching on pumpkin cookies while finishing Leaves of Grass, when she heard raised voices in the kitchen. At eight years old, all Holly wanted to do was go trick-or-treating by herself with her friends, but the disappearances of Will and Barb still rang out strongly in Karen’s head and she was not about to let three little girls run around unchaperoned at night, even if it was a holiday. But as she got older, Holly was also getting sassier. Thankfully, a soft and sweet voice interrupted from the doorway.

“What if Mike and I take you?” El asked as she leaned against the doorjamb. Holly’s eyes lit up and she practically jumped into Eleven’s arms.

“Oh would you?? Mama, please?”

Karen paused, considering the offer. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course not.” El shrugged. “It’s an excuse to dress up.”

“Well, all right then. Problem solved.” Holly danced around the kitchen in glee and Karen tried to convey her gratitude with a look.

Mike wasn’t totally enthused when his girlfriend informed him of their Halloween plans - he and the boys had been planning on a horror movie marathon - but he quickly acquiesced to her puppy eyes. And from there it wasn’t long until the other boys decided to join in.

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I love you all. I’m sorry.

I can’t do this anymore. I’ve dealt with depression since I was only eight years old and I thought it could possibly get better but it didn’t. It only gets worse and worse and today was my breaking point. I realized I have no friends, and no one has any interest in being friends with me (believe me, I’ve tried.) Life at home isn’t easy, either. I get verbally/emotionally/mentally, what we you wanna call it, abused. I’m a very quiet person and I have extremely bad anxiety so it took everything in me today to ask one of my teachers where something in the classroom was, and she treated me like I was stupid, saying “go look for it yourself, it’s not that hard.” I eat alone at lunch, while people walk by and look at me like I’m some freak. I honestly and truly have no purpose in my life, or anyone else’s for that matter. So I want to say thank you to any of you who have tried to help me recently, I do appreciate it, but ultimately this is my decision and honestly I don’t think anyone would care for more than a few days. The world will go on without me.

But if any of you deal with a mental illness, I am begging you to get help before it’s too late. I care about each and every one of you and I don’t want you to end up like me.

Goodbye.

AMAZING SPIDER-MAN: RENEW YOUR VOWS #14

JODY HOUSER (W) • NICK ROCHE (A)
Cover by RYAN STEGMAN
Eight Years Later Part 2
It’s the annual Parker Family Fun Day on Coney Island! But what is supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach quickly turns into a superhero spectacular! Meanwhile, Peter and Mary Jane’s concerns surrounding Annie continue…
32 PGS./Rated T …$3.99

ok hi it’s me again. this is honestly the first time i’m ever playing armie so pls bear with me. i’ve been debating on whether or not to use him for a while but HERE I AM. also if you’re confused up until this point, i’m meg and i also play sadie, hi. anyway, below is just a little bit of information about him + some wanted connections! 

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#eighth year #angst #bed sharing

Prompts: @the-yellowsubmarine
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry woke up to a half-naked Draco Malfoy standing over his bed. At first he thought he was still dreaming until Malfoy called out to him:

“Potter. Potter, wake up.”

In Harry’s dreams, Malfoy always called him Harry.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Harry had been having a delightful dream in which Malfoy – although he was known to Harry as Draco in the dream – had confessed his affections to Harry and asked him to ride on a unicorn with him into space.

True – Harry was pleased to wake up to the real Malfoy’s naked chest. But it left him with an inconvenient problem beneath the sheets which he couldn’t really take care of with Malfoy staring down at him like that. Well, actually, that was another fantasy of his, but he expected in this situation, Malfoy would probably just punch him, rather than join in.

“I want to switch beds.” Malfoy said.

Harry frowned, looking over to Malfoy’s vacant four poster. The sheets were thrown wide, the pillow on the floor beside it. “Why?”

“There’s something wrong with that bed. I think it’s haunted.”

“You think the bed is haunted?” Harry repeated sceptically.

Malfoy crossed his arms over his (naked!) chest. “Yes.”

“And you want me to sleep in it?”

Malfoy shrugged. “Better you than me.”

“Absolutely not.” Harry rolled away from Malfoy. He was tired. And he wanted to finish his dream.

“So, you believe me that it’s haunted then?” Malfoy asked. A clear challenge.

“No,” Harry clarified into his pillow, “I just don’t see why I should have to be inconvenienced because of your paranoia.”

“You’re already awake, and I’m going to stand here until you agree.”

Harry knew he would too. Malfoy was persistent.

“Fine.” Harry jumped up and scrambled into the other bed. He retrieved the pillow from the floor, readjusted the sheets and settled in. Haunted or not, Harry could tell he was going to have a good sleep now. The bed smelt like Malfoy. That would complement Harry’s dreams nicely.

Sleep came quickly.

Harry was in the Department of Mysteries. At the end of one of the long corridors he saw it – a curtain. He knew Sirius was right behind the curtain. He glided forward. If he could just reach it – but a hand pulled him back. He turned around to find hundreds of inferi crawling towards him, the closest one with a grip on his arm that was tightening, bruising his skin, crushing the bone beneath. He tried to scream but all that came out was a hiss.

Harry was in Little Hangleton Graveyard. The tombstones were so large they towered over his head, the engravings with big wiry letterings spelling out the names of the dead. Lily Potter. James Potter. Cedric Diggory. Sirius Black. Albus Dumbledore. Hedwig. Dobby. Fred Weasley. Collin Creevey. Remus Lupin. Nymphadora Tonks. Severus Snape. And the last – the biggest tombstone of them all: Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. Beneath it, the earth was shaking, the dirt crumbling away. The Dark Lord was returning.

Harry was in The Forbidden Forest. A high-pitched laughter rang in his ears. The sky flashed green. The trees were whispering, telling him to turn back, telling him to run. But his feet kept walking forward. The trees grew sparse. He was almost at the clearing. And when he reached it, he was going to die.

Harry woke up in a sweat, his heart beat threatening to rip the organ from his chest. He threw the sheets away, and tried to calm himself with deep breaths, but the scenes from his dreams – no, his nightmares – flashed in front of his eyes over and over again. Maybe Malfoy was right – maybe the bed really was haunted.

He pulled himself up, ignoring the heaviness of his head. As soon as he was off the bed, he felt instantly calmer. He could still remember the nightmares but they were no longer pining him down with their weight. No longer crawling under his skin. It was no wonder Malfoy wanted to swap beds.

Harry looked over to his own bed. Malfoy was fast asleep. It wasn’t fair that he got to have the unicorn space dreams (Harry could only presume) in Harry’s bed, while Harry had scary death nightmares in his. He walked over.

“Malfoy.” Harry prodded Malfoy’s side. “Malfoy.”

Malfoy grumbled as he slowly regained consciousness. “Stop it, Potter. I’m sleeping.”

“I want my bed back.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t haunted.”

“I was wrong,” Harry said stiffly. He didn’t much like admitting it, especially not to his ex-rival whom he currently had the hots for. 

Malfoy smiled, his eyes still closed. “Say that again.”

“I was wrong,” Harry repeated with a sigh. “Can I have my bed back now?”

“I’m not going back there.”

“Well, neither am I,” Harry retorted. He didn’t fancy another trip to the Forbidden Forest.

Malfoy rolled over to the edge of the bed, his back to Harry. “Get in then.”

Harry knew he had heard wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Just don’t hog the covers,” Malfoy continued, “and you better not drool in your sleep.”

Harry hesitated, looking back at Malfoy’s bed. He already knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Not tonight. He suspected someone had cursed it, and he was already planning his revenge for when he found out who, but for now, there wasn’t anything else to do but sleep. And he wasn’t going to get much on the floor.

Not to mention, the thought of sleeping with – well, sleeping next to – Malfoy was all kinds appealing. Scary, and awkward and embarrassing of course. But very appealing.

He climbed into the bed slowly, careful not to accidentally touch or jostle Malfoy in any way. He didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the situation. He had no idea what Malfoy thought about it. Thought about him.

Harry managed to orient himself in bed so no part of his body was touching Malfoy’s. True - it left him almost falling off the side, but it was a minor discomfort. A necessity to keep a healthy, platonic space between him and Malfoy.

When he fell asleep, he was pleased to return to a journey of space travel with Draco on their magical unicorn.

But it was nothing compared to waking up the next morning with Malfoy, the real Malfoy, snuggled into his chest, an arm tightly clinging to his torso.

And that, in turn, was nothing compared to when Malfoy sniffled in his sleep and mumbled: “Hmmm, Harry.”

Perhaps he wouldn’t be seeking revenge on whoever cursed Malfoy’s bed after all. 

more like this l @queenofthyme

Prosthesis
  • Draco was horrified of what he’d done during the war
  • But the thing that shocked him the most weren’t the countless dead faces, or all the people hating him and his family
  • It were the many children who were now scarred for life
  • Seven young students had lost limbs when they didn’t reach the room of requirement on time
  • Another nineteen had stayed to fight and lost limbs in the process
  • So, instead of sulking in a corner after the trials, or even trying to apologise for what he’d done, Draco Malfoy decided to actually do something
  • He wasn’t going to tell people he was sorry
  • He wasn’t going to say he would change his ways
  • He was going to show them
  • While he awaited his trial he did research on muggle prosthesis
  • While he was supposed to be helping with the rebuilding of Hogwarts he sneaked off to the library, looking for the right charms to enhance the muggle technique
  • While he was supposed to notice Harry’s lingering gaze on his lean and handsome figure, he was adjusting the charms on the wheelchair of a fourth year Hufflepuff
  • While he was supposed to study for his N.E.W.T.’s, he worked deep into the night trying to assimilate a bluetooth speaker in the artificial leg of a third year Ravenclaw
  • While he was supposed to fill out an application form for his potion master’s degree, he crafted a synthetic hand that could be controlled with your mind for a second year Slytherin
  • While he was supposed to feel terrible about all the hostile stares and howlers he got, he was actually happy as he saw a fifth year Gryffindor chase their friends through the great hall on their new running blades
  • Their face finally filled with happiness as they learned losing a limb didn’t mean losing their fun
  • And while his yearmates and former friends alienated from him when he came back for his eighth year, he grew closer to the younger students
  • Seeing how much effort he put into making them and their disabled friends feel better, they knew he was sorry
  • Seeing how he put an equal amount of work into every prosthesis he made, no matter a student’s blood status or attitude towards him, they knew he had changed his ways
  • Knowing his past of bullying and prejudice, they didn’t always end up liking him, and Draco knew some of them never would
  • But they respected the way he redeemed himself, loved the way he could make them laugh, valued all the time and energy he put into them without asking for anything in return
  • Because Draco Malfoy had a lot to make up for
  • And a lot to give
  • Like an apology to everybody he hurt in the past, because actions speak louder than words but he learnd that owning up to your mistakes is an action too
  • Like free rehabilitation treatments facilitated by his own prosthesis clinic, because that was the only right way to spend his family fortune
  • Like a gentle kiss on Harry’s forehead every morning before he left for work, because Draco couldn’t help but give the Saviour not just his sincere apology and love, but a delicate silver ring too
I love you (And the Other 100 Ways of Saying It.)

Prompt: I love you (And the other 100 ways of saying it.)

It’s Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter Eight Year in Hogwarts. The new blooming friendship has started since the very next day after Voldemort died. Harry has visited the Manor to give Malfoy his wand back. They forgave each other. They let go. They moved on. Rebuilding Hogwarts for four months is also a good way to build a friendship, you know? Once school started, they have been quite close, closer than expected because apparently Hermione and Ron don’t come back. Somehow The Hogwarts Express has been awfully late.

1.      The next compartment is empty, but you’re alone. “You mind sharing a compartment? The rest is already full.”

2.      “Happy belated birthday, Potter.” Puts a small gift on his lap.

3.      It’s awfully late, I bet you haven’t eaten anything. “Stop staring, Potter, it’s rude. Here, I’m full anyway.”

4.      Idiot, stop kicking your blanket to the floor, it’s cold. Put the blanket in place and cast a sticking charm over it.

5.      “Here’s your trunk.”

6.      Cast a warming charm for the whole carriage. “What? The thestrals must be cold too.”

7.      “Welcome home.”

8.      Nonchalantly sit beside Harry in the Great Hall.

9.      Put two treacle tarts on Harry’s plate. “What? You like them.”

10. “Goodnight, Potter.”

11.  “Morning, Potter.”

12.  Slides a cup of coffee towards Harry.

13.  “Don’t forget your Charm books.”

14.  “See you later.”

15.  “How’s the day?”

16.  “Stop hogging the food, Potter.” Eat slowly, you git, you’ll get a stomachache.

17.  Casually put two glasses of water on their bedside drawer.

18.  Put an apple beside Harry’s breakfast. “You’ll die early with your diet.”

19.  Our first class is potion, will you be okay after Severus’ death? “You’re helpless, Potter. Sit back and observe, maybe you’ll learn something by being my partner.”

20.  Slap Harry’s hand away. “Idiot. Clean your hands.”

21.  “Remember, 7 times clockwise, Potter.” It will be dangerous if you stir only 6 times.

22.  “Finally, a decent result.” It’s a really good result, but let’s not feed your ego.

23.  You look extremely tired. “Stop being unmotivated git. Long day?”

24. “Don’t forget to work on your charm essay.”

25.  Smiles softly when he has finished his homework only to find Harry’s asleep on the sofa.

26.  Take off Harry’s glasses and fix his blanket.

27.  Check Harry’s charm essay and gives some pointers on wrong statements.

28.  Levitates Harry and tucks him in bed. Essay and glasses neatly put in their bedside drawer.

29.  “Wake up, Potter. Finish your essay.”

30.  “Your mood puts me in a bad mood, Potter. See you in DADA.” Cheer up, you git.

31.  “Fancy a duel?”

32.  “Impressive, Potter.”

33.  “That’s your best shot? Aim better.” Stop channeling your power without precision.

34.  “Focus, Potter. I could kill you.” Fuck you, Potter, that’s a fucking lethal curse. Thank Merlin you move.

35.  Grinning with twinkle in his eyes. “Nice duel.”

36.  I would love to see that expression on your face everyday. Don’t lose it.

37.  “Knackered?”

38.  “It’s Friday tomorrow, fancy a seeker match?”

39.  Your nightmares are getting worse.

40.  “You wish you’re the better seeker.” Whatever, of course you are better.

41.  “Nice game, Potter.”

42.  “We’ll crash the library tomorrow, Potter.” Your homework are piling, stop procrastinating, you git.

43.  Pointing the answer on the book. Rolls eyes exasperatedly.

44.  “Potter, accompany me tomorrow in the Room of Requirement?”

45.  “I’m brewing a potion. You’re here to distract me from sleeping.”

46.   You need this as much as I do, you git, that’s why you’re here. “Stop whining, Potter.”

47.  “Of course, you’ll sleep eventually.” Transfiguring the chair into something more comfortable.

48. ‘Modification of Dreamless sleep that doesn’t give you an addiction. Your nightmares are getting worse. –DM’

49.  “You are welcome, Potter.”

50.  Your nightmares are not getting any better. Are you okay? “Do the dreamless sleep at faulty?”

51.  Then why do you keep having nightmares?! “You’re still having nightmares.”

52.  “I’m so sorry, Potter. For all it’s worth, it didn’t fair.” I’m sorry. I hope they’re happy and proud wherever they are right now.

53. ‘Happy Halloween, Potter.’ Put a bag of Honeydukes sweets on the edge of Harry’s bed.

54.  “Happy Thanksgiving, Potter.” Put a large piece of Turkey meet on Harry’s dinner plate.

55.  “Look, it is finally snowing. First snow this year.”

56.  Throw a snow ball on Harry’s back.

57.  Have a happy snowballs fight.

58.  “Happy Christmas, Harry.” Put a Christmas present on Harry’s lap before leaving to the Manor.

59.  Put the charmed snow globe from Harry on the bedside drawer in the Manor. Thank you, it’s pretty. Mother and I’s miniatures look happy, playing in the snow.

60.  ‘Happy new year, Harry. May this year be good to you. –DM’

61.  “Stop slopping around, NEWT is just around the corner.”

62.  “Come on, I’ll help you with Potion.”

63.  “You don’t work hard enough.” Come on, Potter, you need to be better than this if you want to be an Auror.

64.  “Have you decided on your future career?”

65.  You’re one of the few who don’t think it’s an impossible job for me. Thank you.  Smiles softly.

66. “Do you ever think of applying to be a DADA teacher here? Or being recruited into a Quidditch league?” I just need you to know there are other options that will give you less stress.

67.  Well whatever your future job is, Harry Potter, please be safe and happy.

68.  “Stay away from dragon scale, it will trigger an explosion on your calming draught.” Stop being an idiot please, you could actually lose your life.

69.  “Good luck on your NEWTs.”

70.  “Potter, tomorrow is Charm, not Transfiguration.”

71.  “Here, have some.” Slide a box of Narcissa chocolates for Harry.

72.  “She’ll love that.” Yes, she also has been asking about you. I believe your visit would be good for Mother. Thank you.

73. “Ready for Potion? Relax, you’ll do well.”

74.  “How’s potion? Don’t tell me you blow anything.” Please remember potions can be lethal sometimes.

75.  “Remarkable, Potter.”

76.  “Cheer up, tomorrow is the last day.”

77.  “Thank Merlin and Salazar, it’s all done! How are you holding up, Potter?”

78.  “Can’t sleep either?”

79.  “Fancy a night stroll?”

80.  Rolls eyes swiftly and casually fixes the scarf on Harry’s neck.

81.  “You see that star? That is the reason Mother named me Draco.” Maybe you’ll remember the star, and you’ll remember me each time you look at the sky.

82.  “You’re a good company, Harry.” It’s nice being like this with you.

83.  Thank you for deciding in befriending me that day, you give me a new purpose to keep fighting. “Thank you.”

84.  For saving me again and again, from Voldemort, from the Fiendfire, from my own demons. For giving me a common sense to keep living. For offering your hand in friendship that day after the war. For trusting in my ability to become a Potion Master.  “Just for everything and anything, really.”

85.  You really are beautiful under the moonlight.

86.  “What do you think will happen after Hogwarts?” Would we still be like this? Could we? Is it ridiculous for hoping?

87.  “You really believe that?” Because I want that to happen too, for us to not stop being friends, maybe even more?

88.  Yeah, I like that very much. “Okay.”

89.  “Don’t forget your spare glasses, Potter.”

90.  “Seriously, you need to stop procrastinating and panicking on the last second.” Seriously, you don’t forget anything, just lock your trunk.

91.  “Tomorrow would be very different, wouldn’t it?” I’m afraid to go back to the real world. Are you?

92.  It might just be our last day meeting each other. “Accompany me to Hogsmead?”

93.  “Fancy a butterbeer? Come on, drinks on me.”

94.  “You what?” God, it must be a dream, right?

95.  “You’re being serious right now?” Cause if you’re not, I’ll saw off your balls and ship it to America right now, Harry Potter. If you’re joking, you’re a dead man.

96.  “Okay then, I would like that very much.”

97.  “Sleep fine?” You sleep as peaceful as a baby, I almost stop the train so that the bumpy ride doesn’t wake you up.

98.  “Mother said she will pick us up.” You sure want to visit Mother? It doesn’t have to be today, you know.

99.  “Mother, you remember Harry Potter? Harry, Mother. Mother, my boyfriend.” You git, stop smiling like you need to impress someone. You have a life debt toward Mother, just act normal. Salazar, help me, this is embarrassing,

100.  Marry me. “Scared, Potter?”

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Bonus:

101.  “You wish.” Fuck you, I’ll be damned if I’m scared. I love you, you git.

The Artemis Fowl books advocate for the environment, deal with misogyny in the workplace and the need for feminism, and has some of the best character development arcs like ever over the span of eight books. Also, there’s magic and fairies with guns and time travel and a whole lot of sarcasm and really no downside to reading them