hi!

“We won the war,” they say.

Harry isn’t inclined to agree. How can they say that when former Death Eaters are still being persecuted, when their children are being outcasted for something out of their control?

He sees Draco Malfoy’s child, Scorpius, sitting in the front of the class, keeping to himself, and feels his heart break. He hears the jibes that the other students, his own students, throws at the poor boy, and it makes him angry. A punishment is enough for the offenders, he thinks, because they’re still young. They have time to learn. The parents, he knows, are the ones who won’t change. He sees it in their eyes, the way a haunted expression washes over and clouds their judgment. It’s frustrating to see that all his efforts didn’t change anything at all.

“I didn’t fight a war for this,” he wants to scream, “I didn’t risk my life just for another group to be discriminated against.”


“Why didn’t you marry Ginny?” they ask.

Harry’s tired of people asking. Molly’s a lovely person, the mother figure that he never had, but she doesn’t understand. Marriage wasn’t the answer, not at the time. He would wake up in the middle of the night screaming in terror. He would flinch at the sight of a wand pointed at him, whether it is with good intentions or not, and would have to fight the urge to draw his own wand. His eyes would dart around a place, searching for exits, even if he knew it to be safe. For a time, his hand never strayed far from his holster, fingertips always in contact touch with the wand in case of an attack.

 Harry knew that he wasn’t stable, that he needed time, time alone, to heal his scars (if they ever did heal). Ginny wasn’t happy about that, not understanding his exact struggle, and thus they had to separate.

“I was broken,” he whispers softly, “I am broken. Can’t you see?”


“How can you forgive him?” they wonder.

Harry just does. Draco had apologized and offered to repay a Life-Debt, but Harry refuses. The past is in the past and there’s no use in dwelling on it. Draco had been young and he made all the wrong choices. Harry wasn’t going to fault him for doing what he thought was right. He’s just happy that Draco had changed, seeing the error in his ways.

It did, however, come as a surprise when Draco came to him after his classes had ended with flowers in hand. They had been talking more and more with Draco constantly checking up on Scorpius. It’s cute, Harry thinks, but he keeps that to himself.

“To apologize again?” Harry asks bemusedly. Draco hasn’t sent an apology gift in a while, but he couldn’t for the life of him think why Draco would get him flowers.

Draco shakes his head. “No.” His cheeks are dusted a light pink. “To ask you out on a date.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance,” he replies. “And to answer your question, how can I not?”


“You deserve better,” they patronize.

Harry’s response is quick and sweet.

“And, I got it.” He smirks and walks away to where Draco and Scorpius are waiting.

you steal the air out of my lungs (you make me feel it)

[supercorp; uni au: kara is a barista & lena is exhausted with her honors thesis & also with the cute girl at the coffee shop who doesn’t seem to understand flirting. at all.]

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you steal the air out of my lungs (you make me feel it)


you’re 100% sure kara is in when you get to your favorite cafe at 7 am and there’s already carly rae jepson blasting, which, under normal circumstances would be even more exhausting than your life already is this early in the morning but then.


kara smiles this megawatt thing at you when you walk up to the counter, way too bright for this early, but you smile back anyway. it’s a nice cafe, open and airy and in an old loft, with a nice patio with urban garden planters and decent, onsite pastries; they even collaborate with a small bookstore, so the walls are lined with camille paglia and roxanne gay. this should be a clue to kara, you think, as should like most people in the cafe, but it’s an unofficial queer hangout, basically. which isn’t exactly why you frequent it—it’s close to your apartment and their hours are outrageous—but it doesn’t hurt, exactly. kara smiles at you like she’s the sunrise herself, in a big sweater, pushes her glasses up.


‘good morning, lena!’


‘hi, kara,’ you say.

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I decided to finish up this random bunch of WIPs. They’re all 4t2 conversions.

  • 2x1 Dining Table: §650 / 5 colors
  • 1x1 Dining Table: §160 / colors slaved to the 2x1 table (You NEED the 2x1 table in order for the 1x1 table to work)
  • Desk Chair: §190 / 6 colors
  • TV: §80 / 3 colors (You can place this on almost any surface, but you may need the hammer tool to remove it)
  • Brick Flooring / §5
  • Light Wood Flooring / §9

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The Evillustrator: I had this sudden urge in the middle of gym class to draw Nath and ended up drawing an angry tomato child. I did the whole thing in pen and watercolor and was just like; “where was all this ability to draw with pen back during inktober???”

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it’s trans visibility day ✨✨✨ i’m Merlin and i’m NB, this past few years i’ve been struggling with depression and self discovery, but i’ve been on testosterone 4 months already, and here i am still, crossing my fingers for this year to end better than how it started, love seeing my trans siblings on my dash ya’ll looking great 💕💕💕💕💕