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I just thought it would be funny
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sketch of the sacrificial lamb with Baphomet
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The mother load
‘A lamb climbing on its mother’s back in Marken, Netherlands.’
Photograph: Harvey Wasserman
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Hi. I love your blog and your meta posts a lot. I've recently read harry potter for the first time and I've only just finished deathly hallows a couple days ago. What was the general consensus when everyone read the epilogue? It felt so cliche and the way everyone has children and is neatly paired off just left a bad taste in my mouth. It was the same with Naruto. Obviously I'm quite late but I was wondering what the majority thought? What did you think of the epilogue? :-)
There’s a reason “EWE - Epilogue What Epilogue” is one of the most popular tags on ao3 in the HP fandom. Across most ships, even canon ones, it’s agreed that the epilogue feels too rushed, neat and heteronormative.
Everyone marries their highschool sweetheart, has a baby immediately after a traumatizing war, has no problem whatsoever, becomes super successful, boom. It’s just… idealistic and boring.
It’s also really OOC like. This timeline assumes that Ginny plays professional quidditch for like 4 years (99-03), takes a break to have JSP (04), ASP(06), LLP(08). (Maybe play for one year in there? How?). Is that the retirement point? That’s like a 5 year break from being a pro. Is there a come back from that? It doesn’t seem like it. It’s worded as she “retired and the couple had a family”.
It’s blowing my fucking mind that this girl who broke in the quidditch shed and stole her brothers brooms to practice, who was a quidditch star, a fucking prodigy only played for FOUR YEARS. And retired to pop out BABIES with her wet noodle boyfriend who was wrung out dry by the war. What baby. THEY are babies. Go to fucking therapy oh my god.
SHE needs to resolve her own issues with her own mother and also being kind of possessed and idealizing a relationship with her boyfriend in her head before they got together also the comphet that’s occupying her head and the internalized sexism.
Let her live and leave her alone jesus fucking christ
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Michelangelo across the Jellyverse
Well well well hi everyone
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I went feral about some au’s wich belong to @onejellyfishplease
There is Minecraft Mikey, Sea Turtle Mikey and Strained Eye’s Mikey :))
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Cloud Nine! She is Marsha's superhero alter ego who wields weather powers, primarily using lightning and wind as basic elemental powers! She's super cool!!
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Infected
"No," Harry shouted, cradling his injured arm close to his chest like Draco was the most unreasonable brute to ever live, like Draco was the one who had hurt him in the first place.
"Harry-" he started.
But Harry shook his head, stepping around their kitchen table, keeping the table between them. "No!" he repeated, "you're going to hurt me."
"For fuck's sake," he sighed. "You've brought this on yourself."
His husband's bottom lip protruded, wobbling precariously, "It's not my fault," he whined.
And it was ridiculous just how hard it was for Draco to resist the urge to give in and just give Harry whatever he wanted when he pouted like that. "Harry, I told you not-"
"It's not my fault!" he interrupted.
"It literally is!" Draco argued, taking counter measures to try to catch the other man.
He shook his head, darting out of Draco's reach and moving into their living room, putting the couch between them this time.
"Harry. I told you to leave the next door neighbor's new dog alone. I told you that he is an asshole and that he was going to tear into you."
"But it's not my fault!"
Draco rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips, "You literally walked up to the fence and reached over it for him!"
"It's not my fault that he is so bloody adorable!" Harry whined. "What was I supposed to do? Just let it continue looking so cute without touching it?"
"Yes," Draco said reasonably, "as a matter of fact."
"I can't," he pouted.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Well, now you have to deal with the consequences," he said, waggling a potion at him. "We need to get this on your arm so that you don't get an infection."
"But it hurts," he whined.
"Harry," he said, ignoring the way his pouting made Draco's gut twist uncomfortably, "it will only hurt for a minute, then it will be better. It's probably hurt more in the time you've put it off than it will just having the wound healed."
His husband slumped, looking defeated.
"Come here," he cajoled, sitting down on the couch and waiting.
After one more second of indecision, Harry made his way over and plopped down next to him.
He held out a hand and Harry gingerly placed his forearm, wound up, in his palm. "That looks like it hurts," Draco said sympathetically.
Harry nodded.
"Okay," he murmured, tapping lightly with his wand to numb the area slightly before pouring the potion on the wounds. He watched as the wounds knit themselves together, Harry wincing and hissing his way through the healing process. Then once the wounds were closed, he cast a spell to clean his arm. "There," he said lightly, "good as new."
Harry pouted at him.
With a little laugh, he brought Harry's forearm to his lips and pressed a kiss to where the skin had healed. "And a kiss to make it better."
"Thanks," he mumbled a little shy, even after all this time together.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his temple, "I love you, you know."
"I love you too. Thanks for fixing me up."
Draco smiled at him, "My pleasure, love. Happy to keep you safe," he added softly because it was true. Getting to love and take care of Harry was the great joy of his life. And it was something that he happily did until the day he died.
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A sheep design commission I completed recently. The colors the commissioner gave were absolutely lovely to work with.
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Erm doodled one of my calico critters but it’s in my artstyle…
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Anlo Ewe girls, Ghana, by Anne Barlinckoff
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All Things Go
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Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Elements Inspired by Heartstopper, Boys Kissing, Secret Relationship, Party Games, Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, Epistolary, POV Alternating, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, teenagers being stupid, Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Intoxication, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Brief Instance of Misogynistic Language, H/D Erised 2022
Summary:
Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.
Excerpt:
“I’ve ruined the fun,” Draco says.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Harry says.
“Why are you apologising?”
“I invited you.”
“True. It’s definitely your fault that I was a teen fascist and my peers hate me,” Draco says dryly.
Harry nods, distracted. Draco surveys the room. Romilda is attempting to redirect people into a game of Spin the Bottle. Draco scoots back further.
Harry follows him back towards the wall and asks, “D’you want to get out of here?”
Draco’s mouth drops open. He snaps it shut. “Sure.”
“Right,” Harry says. He pushes himself to his feet and holds out a hand to haul Draco up too. His palm is dry against Draco’s clammy skin.
They walk swiftly towards the Chapel door. Harry turns the dial to black and they step out into the castle.
“Where does the black door lead?” Draco asks, trying to get his bearings in the dim corridor. He always exits the Chapel to the outdoors and walks across the lawns to the main doors that lead to the Great Hall.
“Not sure,” Harry says. “Hermione says it’s different every time.”
“How is that useful?”
“It doesn’t have to be useful. It’s magic.” Harry goes and sits in an alcove near a tapestry depicting a knight and a princess. Draco follows him.
Harry produces the bottle of tequila from Romilda’s game. He uncaps it and takes a sip then passes it to Draco. The mouth of the bottle is warm against Draco’s lips. He drinks dizzily, the first time he’s ever had tequila.
“I can’t believe she was trying to get people to play Spin the Bottle,” Harry says.
“I can’t believe everyone just gamely sat down for Truth or Dare.” Draco passes the bottle to Harry, who sets it on the weathered flagstones. Draco’s sleeve is still rolled up.
“That’s quite nasty, isn’t it?” Harry says, pointing to the Dark Mark.
“It makes for an okay reminder,” Draco says.
“Of what you were?” Harry asks, absurdly generous.
Draco has to take a breath. “Of who I want to be.”
Harry takes a swig of tequila, his lips shiny and wet around the glass.
“So you don’t fancy anyone at Hogwarts?” Draco asks, changing the subject, possessed briefly by some bravery he doesn’t know he had. He regrets the question the instant he asks it, the words hanging in the draughty air.
Harry ducks his head. “I… didn’t say that.”
“Ah, who’s the lucky girl then?”
“I didn’t say it was a girl, did I?” Harry asks, cheeky, then horrified.
“Oh. Are you– Do you fancy someone who’s not a girl?” Draco’s heart beats a tattoo against his rib cage.
“I–“ Harry starts and stops. “Maybe.”
The bubble of hope returns to Draco’s chest, larger now. “Have you ever kissed someone who’s not a girl?”
“No,” Harry says quickly. Then slower, quieter, “But, I think I would. Given the chance.” His eyes are massive and bright behind his glasses. Draco doesn’t know when he starts leaning forward, but once he does, he can’t stop. He tilts his head and lets Harry close the distance.
They kiss, close-mouthed and soft, the aching sweetness permeating through Draco when Harry pulls away looking dazed. They part for only a second and then Harry leans back in, his hand cupping the side of Draco’s face, fingers splaying over his neck.
Harry’s mouth is warm and wet and he tastes like liquor. Draco can’t get enough.
When they part again, Draco’s face is hot and his heart hasn’t stopped pounding and he can’t help but laugh at how strange his life has become. That he’s snogging Harry Potter in a deserted Hogwarts corridor, that he never wants to stop.
“Why are you laughing? It’s like you’ve never been kissed,” Harry says.
Draco touches his bottom lip, unable to keep himself from smiling. “I haven’t.”
Harry scrunches his nose and laughs too. They’re still sitting very close, Draco’s knees brushing against Harry’s.
“Are you– D’you want to–” Harry starts to say, but he’s already swaying into Draco’s space, crowding him, and there’s no need to say anything else.
They kiss and kiss until Draco’s lips go numb. Harry’s fingers find their way under Draco’s shirt, cold against his stomach. Draco wraps his arms around Harry’s neck and just holds on.
Eventually a strange noise breaks them apart. An hour could have passed or maybe five minutes. Draco can’t be sure.
“Mrs Norris,” Harry says, hoarsely.
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