like enjoy ur ship

anonymous asked:

Omg tell me makoharu will be canon pleasee

I can’t tell you that because none of the pairings are strictly canon; as in, blatantly romantic relationships. People headcanon and ship to their heart’s desire, but, realistically speaking, Free! doesn’t have any canon romantic relationships. It’s focused on friendship and all that jazz. Now, that doesn’t stop people, such as myself, from shipping certain pairings pretty passionately. :) Just because none of them are technically canon, doesn’t mean that you should let that stop you from shipping them. If you like a pairing, and you want to create content for said pairing, by all means, go for it! At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what the show’s creators say regarding shipping and whether certain pairings are canon. 

i also dont understand people who call themselves trash??? if yall arent gonna love yourselves then im gonna have to love u and is that really what yall want???

Spare Parts

Setting: Canon, post-war AU; not epilogue compliant

Word Count: 1,712

Written For: @small-steps-and-better-days [fic giveaway #6]

Notes: Pansy Parkinson character study [minor Cormac McLaggen x Pansy Parkinson + implied future Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson + background Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger]

Pansy’s life doesn’t exactly end after the war, no.

But it doesn’t really begin, either.

People hate her, of course.

They call her a coward like they think it might hurt her feelings, and they send her thousands of letters—words extra scathing, slurs extra derogatory—like they think she’s actually capable of succumbing to an emotion as selfless as shame.

She gives the Prophet their exclusive after half a year has gone by, Rita Skeeter and her acid-green quill perched on the butter-knife edge of a violet jacquard sofa in the sitting room, not unlike a cobra poised and waiting to strike—and it’s nostalgia and it’s reminiscence and it’s a sour, semisweet moment of perfect, perfect clarity; because why should Pansy have to apologize to anyone, to everyone, for very simply not wanting to die?

Harry Potter and his pride of loyal lions hadn’t fought that war for her.

They hadn’t saved her from the rampage, from the carnage, and they hadn’t helped her when all she knew how to do was scream, scream, scream. They hadn’t arrested those Death Eaters or counted their corpses or held their unicorn-pure wands up in triumph, in victory, for a girl with shaking hands and a Slytherin-green tie. They hadn’t won for her. They never would.

And Pansy—

She’d owed them nothing, then.

She owes them nothing, now.

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