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Severitus #1 (feat; Death Eaters)
Severus Snape = Sev Harry Potter = Harry Lucius Malfoy = Luc Narcissa Malfy = Cissy
Scenario;
Severus Snape spies on Dumbledore to see where he places Harry after the unfortunate events. Seeing him leave the baby on the doorstep, Severus decides to take Harry in…
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Sev: GUYS LOOK! Cissy: Sev? Where did you steal that baby? Luc: Sev commited kidnapping? Harry: ??? Sev: MY NEW SON Cissy: Sev where did u even get him? Luc: (sees the scar) Holy Merlin’s pajama socks, is that Harry Potter? Harry: ?? gagaaaaa (raises his hands at Lucius) Sev: He already likes you, Luc! Cissy: Oh please tell me you at least told someone you were gonna kidnap the BWL? Luc: I’M AN UNCLE! Sev: I’M A DAD Cissy: GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!
Later;
Cissy: I’m ur fav auntie, ain’t I? Harry: Gah! Sev & Luc sitting in the Time Out Corner
draco's just goin through something, pansy
this is all i can give you while i'm on a temporary hiatus, sincerest apologies
Strictly Come Dancing
1.2k rated M for the wonderful @phasyvision17 who asked for prompt no. 3. Or: the one where they’re professional dancers in a popular TV show, and Harry’s pining would win first place. Possessive, jealous Harry. Also, Draco in a bodysuit. With feathers.
The problem was, keeping his eyes away was impossible, even if the sight made his blood boil in his veins and his head ache. The sheer brilliance of it – Draco’s graceful body swerving, bodysuit tight on his muscular form, the feathers adorning it making him something mythical, unreal. The light hitting his face, eyes determined and bright, skin shining with effort. The way every turn, every stretch of his beautiful body felt purposeful, intent. So bloody gorgeous. Even if the fact he was dancing with someone else –
This was ridiculous; Harry couldn’t possibly be jealous of this. They were both competing with different partners, they had to. That’s the way the fucking show worked. But seeing Draco, his Draco, spinning into the arms of another man, looking so stunning it melted Harry’s stupid little heart – he just couldn’t look away. Draco was magical, mesmerising. The music crescendoed, tension rising in the room as Draco spun faster, faster, arms up in the air – his partner lifted him, one leg rising impossibly high, foot in a perfect point – those large hands on Draco’s silver bodysuit, not Harry’s, holding him up – then releasing, thank fuck. Harry could feel the ripple of excitement through the crowd watching, hear the murmur of appreciation from the judges. Then, just as the music came to a stop, Draco made a little twirl, landing right in his partner’s waiting arms.
That twirl. Harry felt anger rise within him, tight in his fists, unreasonable and overwhelming. Then the lights flickered back on, the judges were speaking – the host said something funny, apparently, because Harry’s partner elbowed him in the ribs with a smirk. Harry couldn’t hear. Didn’t really care to, either. He was waiting, very impatiently, for the fucking judges to fucking shut up, and then – aw, fucking finally, Draco walked off the stage, still beaming and glittery with excitement.
Harry pulled him aside before he could even blink, hauling him through the set until he finally found a place deemed private enough. Draco, to his credit, didn’t seem all that perturbed. He kept a pretty straight face on for someone bodily thrown into a broom cupboard.
“So I take it you liked my performance,” he said, shadow of a smile on his face.
“It’s mine.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Keeping the growl contained in his throat took effort. “That twirl you did in the end. That’s my move. You stole it from me.”
“I’m sorry,” Draco’s eyebrows knitted high on his forehead, “but are you saying you invented the act of twirling?”
“No. I’m saying that that move, it was mine. You know that. Everybody fucking knows it. And you did it with someone else.”
“Well, we’re not dancing together anymore,” Draco had the gall to say. “This is for charity, Harry.”
“Fuck charity. No, wait, I don’t mean that, I just –“ Harry closed his eyes, turned his face away, furious with Draco, with himself, with the whole thing. “I… shit.”
“An apt summary, yes.” It sounded like Draco was smiling, but Harry wasn’t brave enough to check.
How could he put it into words without sounding like a total lunatic? How could he possibly describe it, going from sworn-dance-enemies in rival companies, to sweaty-messy-frotting between show rehearsals, to this tight-crushing-need in his chest? How could Harry ever tell him how much – how nothing in this would ever be quite enough without him? How painful it was to have to watch him taken away without being sure – without knowing for certain he’d come back?
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Writing hurt/comfort: this is the most cringeworthy thing to ever be put into words and I’ll need at least a 3 hour break to ponder how much my family, friends and future employers will make fun of me when they inevitably find it
Reading hurt/comfort: hee hee tough man cry hee hee hoo hee hoo
i always think about that study where they had adults hold a baby, and when they were told the baby was a girl the adults said she was cute and small, and when they were told the baby was a boy they said he was big and strong. they rated the baby’s ability to do things and tendency towards certain toys differently. they even held the baby differently. (x) or when they rated the baby’s physical ability to do various tasks such as climbing up a slope differently, (x) & when they measured how much parents told their girl children vs. their boy children to be careful and stop being so rowdy (x), & when they measured how often girls and boys were told to be quiet. (x) this was, obviously, all unconscious behavior in the adults. they’re not all like, raving sexists who outspokenly believe that women can’t do stuff or that girls really should just be quieter, be more still than boys. like its not even counting the direct, actual messages, its just literally how every single person in your entire life treats you, and if asked they would probably deny that its even because you’re a girl. how the fuck am i supposed to believe this doesn’t affect a child’s development when its literally constant throughout the entire process
A lot of the substances we think of as protection against the supernatural (e.g. salt, silver, garlic) are actually antibacterial, and would have helped stave off infections and illnesses that people once attributed to supernatural influence.
Based on this, I want to see a story where vampires are repelled by hand sanitizer.
Oh No! tattoos!
I see a lot of positivity posts about 12-year-olds just learning to draw. Posts cautioning us to be mindful of 11-year-olds with no grasp of anatomy and 13-year-olds whose characters are all the same person with different hair and clothes, and I love those posts. Those are great posts. Keep those posts coming, tumblr.
But can I ask, what about the 25-year-old who just bought their first ever sketchbook? What about the 32-year-old who’s been drawing for a month and has just about got the hang of a human-looking face? What about the 67-year-old who finally has time to sit down and learn how to paint like they’ve always wanted?
Not everyone starts drawing as a child. Not everyone learned as a preteen. Some people start in college. Some people start when their career is going well and they feel like it’s time for a new hobby. Some people start after they’ve retired.
Not all beginner artists are kids, and I just think the adults ones deserve some encouragement, too.
Literally nothing will ever be as satisfying as the 4 minute long fight sequence in Kingsman: The Secret Service, in which Colin Firth mercilessly wastes an entire Westboro Basptist Church like congregation as the guitar solo from Lynard Skynard’s 1973 anthem Freebird plays in the background.
Dialogue Prompt-58
“What’d you get for number 37?”
“The Declaration of Independence, easy.”
“This is a MATH TEST!!”
writing isn’t just writing. writing is researching topics for hours because you’re trying to write a character who’s smarter than you. writing is reading books in the genre you write as much as possible. writing is daydreaming of plot lines in your free time so that when you sit down to write you actually know what you want to say. writing is journals of scribbles of ideas you don’t want to forget. writing is deleting scenes that you love but don’t fit the story. writing is so much more than just a word count.
dads
the narcissus are beautiful again today
it’s mornings like this, when the sun has just cleared the horizon, when its rays kiss the dew-sprinkled grass, when everything is fresh and dazzling and wonderful in midsummer; it’s mornings like this when draco misses his mother most.
quick doodle of a soft boy, post-war.
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It's only 00:19 and my eyes are.... Dry??? Tired?! *gasp* why are they giving up on me and my rebel lifestyle
Aww cat
Biker kitty
(Source)
Sooner or later even nature itself will be capitalised 😭
Income and tree canopies: In US cities, access to clean air, cooler air, shade, and greenery segregated by income.
They're like a cheese grater
Also best not to pet sharks without gloves. Their skin can really tear up ours with lots of petting.
yeah, this is what sharkskin looks like under a microscope:
it’s covered with tiny interlocking teeth that form a one-way-only surface! petting a shark the wrong way will literally make you bleed, which is still never a thing you want to do if you are in the water with a shark.
(yes, those are literally teeth-sharks ended up evolving a skin covering completely separate from the scales that bony fish ran with and they did it by mutating the teeth out of their fucking mouths and over their entire surface area)
what people think writing is: worldbuilding, churning out entire chapters in one sitting, metaphors, character building, finishing novels, flawless plotlines
what writing actually is: random 1 am thoughts, zoning out into fictional worlds, associating songs with characters, writer’s block for six weeks at a time, coming up with plot twists at the most inconvenient times
why must you attack me like this
do you like friends to lovers because it’s a cute trope or because you’re desperate to be loved by someone who knows you inside out and would show up at your door at 2am in the morning to take you on a road trip while also packing your favorite snack and then kiss you good night as you snuggle up in their arms at some dingy motel while watching bad rom-coms which they hate because the characters doesn’t communicate with each other and communication is the most important thing in your relationship and the trope of rom-com women behaving erratically over an easily resolvable misunderstanding needs to die
protect james acaster at all costs
WHAT ARE WE?!
WRITERS!!!
WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!
WRITE!!!!!
WHEN ARE WE GONNA DO IT?!
((Disgruntled muttering))
My stomach/appetite, a poem
My stomach/appetite is like...
A blackhole
Nothing fills it
Nothing escapes it
It gets bigger
The end.
💫Wholesome Job List💵
For if you need ideas about what goals you want in life 😊
☕Coffee Barista- making coffee drinks for people and selling little sandwiches and making unique flavors. Could also take it a step forward and own your own coffee shop
🍰 Bakery- Baking sweets and goods, decorating with frosting, wholesome environment, cute decor. Owning one would be such a cute family business too with the kids helping out after school and hanging there with their friends
🍇 Farmer- tending to plants all day, lots of time outside, being able to eat and cook with fresh ingredients, taking care of animals, feeding baby animals, nice workout
🍔 Restaurant Owner- sharing homemade recipes, taking a passion for food, make people's nights, classy, good source of money too
🖌 Independent Artist- Although harder to achieve, very rewarding when you make money, freedom, using passion to make money, expressive
🌲 Forest Ranger- Lots of time outside, lots of nature, look out for ecosystems, less people, quieter, also lots of freedom, important for preservation, lots of time to think and read and pursue hobbies
👨👧👦 Run a Daycare- for those that like kids, important for development, help out busy parents, provide a fun place that kids want to go, be loved by many kids, enforcement of good behavior
🔮Metaphysical Shop Owner/worker- Work wit lots of crystals, aesthetic, opportunity to gather lots of knowledge, good for witches/wiccans, good way to meet people with similar interests
📚 Librarian- also lots of knowledge, reading, quiet, surrounded by books, help encourage others to read, being good at trivia, tutoring
That's all for this list, let me know if you guys want more lists like this with different kinds of jobs👍🏻its important for those that are unsure exactly what they want to do with their lives, this would be a great place to start. Wholesome Job List Part 2
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I didn't do enough work today, or as much as I would have like. I fear falling behind and never catching up and being overwhelmed. Even though I didn't do much work, I still took the time to watch an episode of a drama I really like.
At the end of the day, I feel guilty for my lack of productivity.
It's almost half ten, and I know I should go to sleep now. But part of me says I should work, work through the night to make up for the time I wasted not working.
But I'm going to go to sleep. So that I have the energy to do better tomorrow 😊
I'm gonna use my tumble account as a mental health diary / someplace to write cringe motivational posts for myself bc god knows I need it.
Also if anyone knows me in rl, pls ignore the existence of this account. The cringe aaa I can't handle the cringe
this is so silly but ngl i am obsessed with raymond bc he looks like draco… so i had no choice but to draw this bc i firmly believe draco would be REALLY into a little kitty villager that looks like him