just so they all match

anonymous asked:

I've never understood why people ship harry x ginny. To me, it's always just been a lazy het-ship tacked on at the last minute. They're also just too alike- it feels like Ginny is just a carbon copy of Harry, but then female, and that that's the only reason they're together. And sometimes, it felt like Ginny was just there to be Harry's girlfriend, in that everything about her character was just so she could make a nice match for him. All in all, I've always found it hard to like them together.

  • have we read the same books, nonnie? i recommend a reread, but, in the meantime, let’s address why i think you’re wrong
  • harry and ginny share a lot of characteristics - both are impulsive, stubborn, witty, courageous, athletic, occasionally reckless; they also come from wildly different backgrounds, have different character arcs - and they battle similar demons, and, at the end of both their personal journeys, yes, stand a warrior. which helps their relationship tremendously. jkr described them as soulmates once, and there’s a reason for that, because they get each other. they know how the other one ticks. may i remind you of ootp, in which harry, as i’m sure you remember, has a tendency to isolate himself from his friends, like he does when he believes voldemort has possessed him? may i remind you it’s ginny, only ginny, who manages to break down the walls he’s built, because she is a) the one person who knows what being possessed felt like and b) not willing to put up with harry’s bullshit? which elegantly leads me to my next point, because that was in ootp, in other words, a long time before harry even started crushing on her?
  • what i’m saying is that these two were friends, really good friends, long before harry fell for her. they had other boyfriends and girlfriends, but they hung out, they got along - we learn later that ginny never gave up on him - ”i always hoped” - and yet she consoles him when things with cho start falling apart, gives him advice, tells him to talk to her. the girl was FOURTEEN and hopelessly in love with a boy who did not like her back, and stood by his side anyway, refused to give up on their friendship, refused to abandon him. i mean. maturity level 1000000
  • the last bullet point was honestly mostly a ginny weasley appreciation rant but damnit i will never get over the strength and resilience and maturity this FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL DISPLAYED I’M IN FUCKING PAIN
  • and for some further evidence for my last two points, take a look at ginny’s reaction when they break up. ginny is not surprised. she is not angry. she is heartbroken, yes, she’s hurting, but she did know this would happen eventually, that harry would leave and risk his neck to hunt voldemort, and she doesn’t try and convince him not to. not because she doesn’t care, but because she knows him too well to try and stop him. she doesn’t tell him to be careful, to stay, to hide. she knows he has to go - not because of the prophecy, but purely because of who harry is. and she gets him. she knows who he is. and harry appreciates that. that’s why they work. that’s why he loves her.
  • now on to the last part of your message, which feels mostly based on the movies if i’m gonna be honest with you. ginny goes through a whole personal journey of her own before harry starts considering dating her. the girl harry falls for in hbp has come a spectacularly long way from the girl he rescued from the chamber of secrets. but she doesn’t need harry for that journey. we see her play quidditch, stand up to her brothers, defend her friends, develop a+++ magical skills, join the d.a., fight at the ministry, have boyfriends, hex people who cross her, grow confidence, and all of that and more she does on her own. she didn’t need harry for that. she wasn’t harry’s girlfriend for that.
  • last but not least, you are free to dislike them. you don’t have to ship them. i’m not telling you to ship them. you don’t need a justification or reason to not ship someone - i know how tumblr gets sometimes, but “i’m just not into it” is a good enough reason. no need for arguments that have been proven faulty a million times - and no need to put them in a hinny shipper’s inbox.
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It’ll all work out in the end, I won’t leave your side

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this love is o u r s

I’m slightly bitter and going to make a slightly bitter post: anybody who wants to come specifically onto my blog/posts and tell me why Keith/Lance/Allura should be Black Paladin needs to first explain to me in detail:

  • Why Shiro is a bad Black Paladin that needs to be replaced in the first place (and no, “he’s somehow totally never going to come back even though him disappearing under mysterious circumstances is the cheapest and most anticlimatic way to kill off a main character and all these other dang reasons they wouldn’t” is not an answer)

  • Why bolstering your fave is important enough that you want a traumatized guy to get the message that he was right, he really isn’t worthy of leading, Sendak was right saying he’s unworthy of being a paladin, and that the people he cares about don’t need him

  • Why bolstering your fave is more important than the Black Lion, as a traumatized entity, being able to connect and relate to another party who has experiences the closest to her trauma

cause like. everything about the other paladins aside I see so many theories of Black Paladin whoever and I understand if it’s just a temp thing until they find Shiro but people act like it’s a permanent arrangement, golly, who possibly could be worthy of the Black Lion

and it’s like- what is Shiro? Chopped liver?

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hello I would like to talk about the ahoge trio please

Pale as morning mist, his eyes concealed more than they told

a quick sketch of Hawky boy

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RICK GRIMES IN EVERY EPISODE 1.03 tell it to the frogs
   ↳ “I felt like I’d been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever.”

Since this comic seems to be going around, I feel the need to clarify that I have redrawn that one hideous Buttons last week and this is what updated Butts looks like. I’ve been haunted by that drawing for months. It’s a relief.

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that feeling when your rival, Kenny Omega, blows you a kiss

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

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Sun Praying NEETs’ Big Strategy circular icons, because they’re really adorable and i love them ! 

here’s a square variant; sizes are 160x160px!

I told you I spent an entire day drawing Silmarillion children! Here’s a bunch of dark-haired babies.

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Morning After featuring Amelia in Wednesday’s Shirt

Apparently Rick Shades Day and Markus Velafi’s birthday are both on June 6th!! I have a feeling if these two meet they will instantly become best friends.