their friendship help

moonlightmasquerade  asked:

Hi, I'm looking for this fic. It involves Draco being friends with Harry and Hermione. To avoid offending Harry, Lucius tells his son that talented muggle-borns are okay, meaning Lily Evans, so that makes Harry acceptable even though he's half-blooded. However, Draco promptly applies this to Hermione, the most talented muggle-born he's met, and thus justifies their friendship. Can you please help me??

Ugh I know this, help please?


  • in tftbl, altho he first appeared creepy & nasty as fuck– he ended up only wanting a little friendship!!!!! helped us in any way he could!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! remained kind & enthusiastic!!!!!!!!!!!! the whole time
  • in bl2 dlc i discovered he lives in a small town all alone. he’s so lonely that he made puppets to talk to!!!!!!!!!
  • he greets you everytime with a smile & happy words
  • he’s lonely asf & just wants friends
  • never hurt a fly
  • he self-harms so i feel for him (u can see cuts on his arms) & i want him to get better & know that i, axton (or i, rhys or i, fiona) will always love him & find some little time inbetween vault hunting to sit down with him & listen to some of his creepy stories while drinking some weird ass pandoran alcohol
  • i love shade
  • he calls me friend
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critical role gif meme - [¾] relationships - keyleth & percival de rolo

A few things I’ve learned in life

1. just because they are older, that doesn’t mean they are better than you

2. just because they are older does not make them “more right” than you

3. Always listen to the other side of the story

4. Diffusing situations with comedy works a lot of the time, but sometimes it doesn’t 

5. Its okay to cry for someone, to cry at funerals, to cry because something is sad. Crying doesn’t make you weak it makes you human

6. But also not crying is fine too

7. some people will just not like you, its not always your fault and sometimes you can’t fix it

8. Everyone has a story, if you look at everyone like book you haven’t read yet then life becomes far more interesting 

9. School is important, but not the most important

10. You should take mental health days

11. Don’t let people give you shit for taking care of yourself, you are important 

12, You’ve probably changed someone’s life in some way, no matter how small. 

13. If you love someone you should probably tell them, even if its platonically, people still need to hear that they are loved 

14. Sometimes frienships don’t last, its no ones fault. Sometimes it just happens

15. Helping people does feel good, 

16. Smile at people, compliment them,  maybe just say hi

17. You will regret something, but you can’t waste your life thinking about what you regret. 

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Whenever I end up in a dark zone and start putting myself and my art down (which is alot), there’s always SOMEONE who pops up just in time to smack the despair out of me.

 Whether it be a follower, a nice anon, or a buddy- it always nice to be reminded that even if I may not think I’m good, there are real people out there who actually do. And I love you all for that

So remember folks, it’s very easy for artists and writers to fall into a rut where they can’t produce anything due to low confidence in their skills. So what must you do to help them out? SMASH INTO THEIR INBOX/POST/HOUSE AND REMIND THEM THEY HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE THEIR WORK. SMACK ‘EM WITH LOVE.

This has been a quick PSA from Digi, PEACE.  

Science buddies

Isak and Sana study at her place, she tells him what’s been bothering her. Isak meets Yousef.

“Okay, the symbol Sb stands for stibnum or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?” Sana asks as she and Isak sit on the floor of her living room, using the coffee table as a desk.

Isak squints for a moment, holding up a hand when Sana goes to answers. “Wait, wait, I know this give me a sec.”

Sana closes her mouth and leans back against the couch, waiting.

“Antimoy!” Isak shouts suddenly and excited. “I’m right, right? Tell me I’m right.”

Sana chuckles as she nods. “Correct, stibnum is the old name for antimoy,”

“Thank fuck,” Isak says letting out a sigh of relief. “I didn’t think Chemistry would be this hard, Biology was a breeze.”

“Maybe it’s not so much that the subject is hard, but that you are distracted with other things,” Sana says throwing Isak a knowing smirk as Isak starts to blush. “Like sucking face with a certain giant, you recently moved in with?”

“Everyone acts like that’s all we do,” Isak says with a little pout on his face.

Sana raises an eyebrow at that. “It’s not?”

“No,” Isak shakes his head. “We also watch his highly pretentious movies while he goes on and on about the cinematic genius it went into every shot and listen to shitty pop music which he makes me dance to with him.”

Sana grins widely at the picture that makes in her head and the boy before her who is trying to control his own goofy smile. “You love every second of it, don’t you?”

Isak shrugs bashful, a small genuine smile on his face. “Yeah.”

Sana nods, placing a hand over Isak, giving it a squeeze when he looks up at her. “I’m glad, Isak,” Sana says her voice quiet, and she means it. She’s happy for the boy in front of her who she can honestly call a friend, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to feeling a pang at not having anything even close to what he has. “Everyone should be as happy as you and Even are, you guys are lucky to have found it.”

Isak stares at Sana for a moment, holding on to her hand when she tries to remove it from his. “Are you okay, Sana?”

Sana startles at the question, wondering when was the last time anyone asked her that. When was the last time anyone even noticed that she might not be?

“I-“ Sana starts to bluff her way out of the question, of course, she’s fine. Everyone expects her to be fine all the time, she’s Sana Bakkoush, she’s untouchable.

“Sana?” Isak questions again gently.

She lets out a sigh and feels like a balloon deflating, her energy drained. “I’ve been better.”

Isak waits quietly for her to continues, and when she opens her mouth, it all starts pouring out, like a sudden flood, fast and unstoppable. Her disconnect from her friends and their lack of awareness, Vilde endless sex conversations. Her brother’s friends and the girls’ interest in them. She whispers her own interest in Yousef and the confusing feelings whenever he’s around, Isak smiles at that and she rolls her eyes in return while a small smile tugs on her own lips, feeling lighter with each word that passes her lips. When she’s done, she left out another breath, the tension in her shoulders easing.

“A little better?” Isak asks, his shoulder pressing into hers, having moved closer during her talking.

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