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I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:


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…friendshow 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…”



It’s a silly and groundless headcanon, but I’m pretty convinced that Luke keeps lists—in his head. on his rebellion-issued datapad, just because he’s always done it. He still calms himself down by reciting his daily chores on the farm, meditates by running through preflight checklists.

And since war is essentially crushing and repetitive boredom interspersed with the very urgent fear of dying, the lists get very elaborate:

A list of rumors about the Rebellion, overheard in cantinas on intelligence-gathering missions

A list of non-human species capable of sexual compatibility with humans as described by Han Solo, when very drunk

A list of Captain Commander General Han Solo and Princess Commander General Leia Organa’s top ten fights, according to frequency, duration & volume (compiled by L. Skywalker, with contributions from W. Antilles, L. Calrissian, C. Bacca, and assorted droids)

A list of pilots lost on missions L.Skywalker planned or commanded

A list of times Leia looked at Mon Mothma with thinly-veiled hero worship and then vehemently denied anything of the sort when confronted

A list of lies about Tatooine (as told by L. Skywalker) that Wedge Antilles currently believes are true

A list of previous criminal activities undertaken by Han Solo and Lando Calrissian that may or may not be true

A list of every time L. Skywalker made Leia Organa his sister laugh

An list of every time L. Skywalker has been genuinely happy in the last five years, abridged, because it was longer than he expected.

anonymous asked:

im sorry but who are watanuki and doumeki?? i am drawn to all of your sufferong and want to be part of it :0c

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They’re two of xxxHolic’s protagonists!!!! Look something like this

I’d tell you to give the series a go if you’re into magic and spirits and life lessons and crying and suffering and soft gays that never become canon in full CLAMP style, and you could just watch the anime and leave it at that if you wish (minimal suffering in that one), but if you actually want to understand something out of the story not only it’s better if you read the manga, but you also need to read Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle (another CLAMP manga) since the resolution of the two stories is deeply tied

it’s your choice! Just know that I highly recommend both series 👍


On visiting Greece as a Hellenic polytheist

There is something profoundly altering about standing on the soil of those who first honoured the Gods I honour, seeing the places where they worshipped and the land that is still there. Here I am, soon to be two millennia after the fall of this palace, this temple, this sanctuary, here I am with my bound hair and my heart full of devotion towards these same deities the people who died here believed in. Around me are ruins, and yet I am - we are - still here.

There is a strange continuity, even beyond time. This land is interwoven with sacredness. This is the sea Poseidon first claimed as his own, the forests Artemis first roamed. These columns, that oak at Dodona, they were places of utmost reverence, and you can still feel it. The pilgrims who came here came with bowed head and hands full of flowers and incense. They sometimes asked lighthearted questions of the oracles, true - should I marry this girl, should I move to the next village over - but never without respect. When looking up towards the ever-present mountains, it is difficult not to understand how much the Gods deserve it. They are so much greater than us.

It makes me want to be the best I can be for them - to serve them in all my words and actions, like those who walked here before me did. To honour, too, and to remember these ancestors of mine, even if they are only ancestors in humanity.

My religion will come with me when I return, of course. But it is good to sit with these stones. Their warmth in the evening sun reminds me, despite these two thousand years, I am not alone.

(Pictures, in order: the temple of Apollon in Delphi, the oracle of Zeus in Dodona, the sanctuary in Delphi, the path up Mount Olympus, and the Erechtheion in Athens.)

Jonerys appreciation week

day 01: favorite episode // my king, my queen // fluff

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Jon heard his soldiers as they passed the courtyard. They spoke quietly, but of enough volume for Jon to hear every word.

,,She truly looks like the Queen of the North”

Those were words of admiration, that he rarely heard from people of the North regarding his wife; their newly crowned Queen. So Jon smiled to himself and greeted the soldiers with a polite nod. They tensed at that, but greeted him with ,,My King” before standing back straight and not daring to say any word more. Jon almost chuckled at that; it was almost disturbing how people reacted to him now.

His attention was brought back to his wife. She was standing beside him in the middle of Winterfell’s courtyard, watching as people buzzed in it. The blacksmiths worked their forges, mostly working on dragon glass and armor. The cooks and bakers stocked the grains and the maids appeared to be taking out the furs for cleaning. Knowing her, she was already making note of everything before her, making sure she knew as much as she could of those that were now her people.

And as Jon watched her he couldn’t help but realize that the soldiers had spoken truly; his wife might have been a southerner, but right then and there she looked like North came alive.

Dany was clad in white. Her fur coat hung tightly around her curves, its bright color would be melting with the snow around them if not for the straps of dark brown in the material. Her hair was braided out of her face, flowing in silver curls down her back. Her skin was pale as always but in the northern cold her cheeks, ears and nose were drowned in a deep blush. She truly looked wonderful, and not for the first time since meeting her Jon wondered if he would ever behold a sight lovelier than her.

She turned around as if sensing his gaze on her. Her violet eyes met his and she smiled at him. For a moment Jon had forgotten himself; looking at her, not truly believing she was his. Dany furred her brows in question, the twinkle not leaving her eyes.

“Something the matter, dear?”

She asked, her voice holding a tint of amusement.

Jon knew he probably looked like a fool, staring at his own wife as if she was a blinding sun. He came to her in a single stride, bringing his cloak around her shoulders, pressing her smaller frame to his chest. Jon then leaned in, only to give her cheek a slightest of kisses. Dany giggled.

“Your nose is cold!”

She hissed under her breath, amusement in her voice growing rapidly. He nuzzled his nose onto her cheek at that. Her giggle grew and she tried to wiggle her way out of his hold, but he only pressed her harder into his embrace. He learned that the sound of her laughter was his favourite. He wanted to hear it as often as he could.

“I love you, my Queen.”

He whispered between the kisses, close to her ear. He kept his voice low; like he knew made her breath catch in her throat. She stopped wiggling at that. Instead, she turned to face him. Their gazes met. He was still amazed by the vibrant violet of her eyes, no matter how many times he had gazed into them. Daenerys smiled.

“And I love you, my King.”

one thing I personally find really important when learning a language is having a plan, knowing where you want to go and how. 
Set yourself goals and break them down into smaller goals. 
If you don’t do this your journey to ‘fluency’ will seem daunting rather than exciting and you’ll feel like you don’t know where to start which might result in you giving up. Please don’t give up. If you feel overwhelmed and have no plan, sit down and breathe and then decide what you need to do to in order to make progress. But please don’t give up.

anonymous asked:

How many asks are you getting defending dep's 100% hetero friendship at the mo? Because you know planning next years mince pies is something I do with all my besties

Z E R O 

Which is beautiful. 

I just want you to know that Sam Claflin is honestly really great and I don’t see enough of him on my dash.

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Alright I’ll see myself out. Bye

The Answer’s In The Air: A Miles/Phoenix Mix

Yes. It happened. I’ve been replaying the Ace Attorney games and now here it is. A mix for these nerds. This mix is actually really chronological and the songs are a mix of their separate point of views, so I’d really suggest checking out my annotations to see which stage of the relationship each one refers to/whose POV it is.

This is my first fanmix that has been published to Playmoss first and my first mix about like…solely guys I’ve ever made. Period. SO CONGRATS YOU TWO YOU MUST BE SOMETHING SPECIAL. Also yes there’s an Ace Attorney font you can download and I used it for the graphic.

1. Enough to Go By| Vienna Teng//2. Given It All| Haley Kiyoko//3.An Act of Kindness| Bastille//4. Stray Italian Greyhound| Vienna Teng//5. INSIGHT (English Cover)| Y. Chang and Sapphire//6. Enemy| Jesca Hoop//7. Phoenix Burn| Alpha Rev//8. Hurts Like Hell| Fleurie//9. In My Veins| Andrew Belle//10. Vindicated| Dashboard Confessional//11. Count on Me| Bruno Mars//12. Kimi Janakya Dame Mitai (I Think It’s Gotta Be You) (English Cover)| Y. Chang//13. Aishiteru (I Love You) (English Cover)|Lucy//14/ Freeze You Out| Marina Kaye//15. I Try to Talk to You| Hercules & Love Affair ft. John Grant//16. Some Guy| Anthony Rapp//17. I Do It All For You| SoMo

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Detailed chronological annotation plus lyrics under the cut:

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whitedog-blackdog  asked:

I am getting a tattoo of your ‘Mountain God’ artwork next week and I’m very excited!! You are an art idol of mine. I really feel like I should pay you somehow for using your work for my tattoo. You are so nice to allow people to use your designs as tattoos. I really want to support your career. Can I donate to paypal or tip jar?

Aww, thank you, that’s super considerate of you. I don’t expect people to pay me when they get my artwork tattooed, I’m happy to offer it. But if you’d like to support me, you can always take a look at my store (dappermouth.storenvy.com) to see if there are any shirts/prints of my work you’re interested in! It’s nice stuff, and my income from that really helps me to keep making artwork to share with all of you. <3


The story of twisted love now closes its curtains.

anonymous asked:

Keitor on Halloween night sharing candy in couple costumes please and thank you

Okay so if any of you know what the costumes reference I will love you forever

ANYWAYS, since this is so late, and wayy past Halloween, I decided to formulate this elaborate mini-fic in my head. It’s under cut. (Also excuse my horrible characterization and writing. I’m doing this on a whim lol)

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The Adventures of Cecia Seo

If you guys actually like this absolute bullshit then tell me and I’ll do a part two or even more parts

It was actually a lot of fun to write as a stress reliever

It’s been sitting in my drafts for a long time I finished it today


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Pairing: none

Genre: crack, texting au

Word Count: 1.8k

Meeting NCT, your older brother’s boyband, was a very good experience and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.


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Some of my favourite bits so far of this