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startanewdream · 2 years

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Set after Harry and Ginny's first kiss.

The door closes behind Neville — he mumbles something about forgetting a book in the Common Room that, for once, Harry does not find credible — and then it's just Harry, Ron and the silence in the dormitory.

It's not that Harry dreads this moment — he knows that Ron won't kill him, at least, and there was that nod that had to mean things would be right between them — but he supposed it would take longer. Days in the future, maybe, because having this talk with Ron is not how he wanted this perfect day to end — he would gladly stay with Ginny, hands linked, learning and giggling and just basking in that sunlit feeling that kissing her brings him—

And then a cough brings him back to reality, and Harry blinks, flushing. Ron is busy changing into his pyjamas, not looking in Harry's direction, but perhaps Ron could read his thoughts after all.

Or not. Considering how long Harry had been dreaming about Ginny, Ron would have said something before. Some dreams were quite... intense.

He mimics Ron, deciding that maybe readying himself for bed is the best idea. He just wants to lay in his bed, close his eyes, and relive every moment of the day, save it, rejoice it—every moment with Ginny has to be his new favourite memory...

"So—you and Ginny."

With his head halfway inside the shirt and with thoughts of Ginny's lips (warm smile, infectious laugh, deep kisses), this is not the best way to start this conversation.

He struggles to put on his shirt, and with his glasses all askew, he can't see Ron's face.

"Ginny and I," agrees Harry, in the most solemn voice he can manage. "We are dating."

He meant it to be formal, like a proper way to introduce himself as Ginny's boyfriend to a member of her family, but the fact he is dating Ginny overwhelms him and then that grin that had been his favourite expression takes control of his features.

Fortunately, Ron doesn't seem to find it offensive. If anything, with his glasses in place now, Harry would guess Ron looks... amused.

"Hermione told me you had a crush on Ginny for ages," he says. "I hadn't noticed it."

"I took a while to notice it myself," admits Harry. Ron nods as if he also understands how someone can be blind to their own feelings.

There is a moment of silence. Harry sits patiently, grin under control; and then Ron smirks.

"Did you see Dean's face?"

Harry isn't particularly proud to find himself smirking also.

"Oh, he got what he deserved," adds Ron, and there's a laugh that Harry follows heartily, feeling lighter than ever. Then Ron sobers up. "Will I find you and Ginny snogging behind tapestries?"

Harry thinks about the sun reflecting on Ginny's hair, and her perfume mixing with the spring flowers on the grounds. "Not a chance," he says honestly.

"Good. I would rather not see it."

That's a bold comment considering all of Ron's story with Lavender, but Harry will let it slip this time.

There's a moment of silence, but happily not an uncomfortable one. Harry lays down, eyes widened, looking to the starry sky outside and remembering how he and Ginny saw the first stars appearing in the sky, and how he traced constellations in her freckles and how she laughed and they kissed—

Ron coughs. "I'm not really tired," he says, bringing Harry painfully back to reality. "Do you wanna play a game of Exploding Snap?"

"Sure."

As Ron moves to grab the cards, he adds in a nonchalant voice: "You do realise that when I see you grinning now, I will know you are thinking about my sister."

"I may be grinning a lot from now on," Harry says fairly.

Ron shrugs. "It's better than when you are brooding," he says, and as Harry picks up his cards, he thinks he can agree with Ron on this one.

#Harry and Ron #Missing Moment #They are silly boys and I love them #Harry is so in love here I swear #Hinny #My fics

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drinkingdeadpeopletea · 26 days

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becoming a magdalyne and nicholas fleit stan immediately. jesus CHRIST man.

#midst #midst podcast #midst spoilers #midst podcast spoilers #i've been saying i want to know more about other breach operatives but at what COST...........#quickest turnaround time i've ever experienced of being introduced to a character deciding i love them and having them be dead #(don't let me fool you here i'm completely delighted about this entire thing.)#what a way to give Shape to the undercurrent of fear in the entire breach operation. harry and saskia probably KNEW them.#jesus christ the timeline even lines up that SHERMAN may have.....#parody of myself moment learning this and going 'ah. so THIS is what hieronymous is risking if he gets caught.'#i'm going to make up SO many things in my head about maggie and nick fleit.#i hope one of them (presumably nick) did get away i think that would be kind of awesome.....

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even-disco-baby · 1 year

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JUDIT MINOT — You open the door of the shack to find a very startled patrol officer standing on your doorstep, hand raised as if to knock.

PERCEPTION (Sight) — No, wait. She’s not here as a patrol officer. She isn’t in uniform, or even plainclothes bearing the RCM insignia. Just a simple white shirt and slacks.

COMPOSURE — She’s frozen, at a total loss for what to say now that she’s face to face with you.

HALF LIGHT — She’s bracing herself for an onslaught of anger.

EMPATHY — She feels that she deserves it.

Say nothing. Just walk calmly past her.

Slam the door right in her face.

“What are *you* doing here? Come to see if I kicked the bucket yet?”

“Go away. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You came back for me! I *knew* you would! You guys would never just abandon me!”

Stare back, equally lost.

“…Hi.”

JUDIT MINOT — “Hi…”

She swallows hard, eyes flitting from your cold-stung cheeks to your shadowed eyes, and then down to the sleeve of your blazer, where Isobel has done her best to repair the damage from you ripping off the halogen watermark. Her gaze lingers there for a moment, then returns to your eyes.

COMPOSURE — Strangely, she looks just a little more at ease.

JUDIT MINOT — “Harry, I…” Her voice trails off. She closes her eyes and takes a quiet breath.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“You mean back to the precinct?”

“You mean back to my place in Jamrock?”

JUDIT MINOT — She nods. “You weren’t there when I went to check on you, so I figured you must still be stuck here…”

DRAMA — She knew exactly where you would be, sire. It just made her feel less guilty to hope that you had made it back home on your own.

EMPATHY — She came back to try to make things right.

“Go to hell, Judit. I don’t need you or anybody else.”

“Don’t worry about me. Unlike back at the precinct, the people here actually *care* about me.”

“No. I want to stay here. I never want to go back to where I was before.”

“Yes, please, take me home. I don’t want to be lost anymore. I want to go home…”

“I know I have to go back eventually, but… I’m not ready yet.”

JUDIT MINOT — She nods slowly, her gaze falling to the creaking planks under her feet.

“Is there… anything you want me to bring you, then? Something from home? Or… anything?”

EMPATHY — She wants to do *something* for you. Whether for your sake or to assuage her guilt, who can say?

“I don’t need anything from you.”

“No, please, don’t bring me anything from home. I don’t want to see. I don’t want to remember…”

“I wouldn’t even know what to ask for. I can’t remember anything about home at all.”

“Thanks, but I’m okay, Jude.”

VOLITION — As you say the words, you’re surprised to find that you really mean them. You’re content and cared for here in Martinaise. You get the feeling that it’s been a long time since you felt this way.

+1 MORALE

JUDIT MINOT — “…Okay,” she says quietly. “I’m glad, Harry.”

EMPATHY — She means it, too.

JUDIT MINOT — With a pursed smile and a nod, she turns on her heel to leave.

REACTION SPEED — If you leave it at this, she’s not going to come back to bother you again.

Let her go.

“Hey, I was just about to go fishing. Do you want to come with me?”

JUDIT MINOT — She falters to a stop. “Fishing…?”

YOU — “Fishing. For tonight’s dinner. You could stay and eat with us, if you want.”

JUDIT MINOT — For a moment, she hesitates. Her expression is strange as she looks at you, both of you standing upon some kind of threshold.

EMPATHY — She’s afraid of something, but even she doesn’t know what. Some line she’s toeing, unsure of whether she can bring herself to cross it.

JUDIT MINOT — And then the moment passes. Judit nods briskly. “Sure. There are some… some things I’d like to talk with you about.”

“I’d rather not. Fishing is more of a contemplate-life-in-silence kind of pastime.”

“Sure. We can talk.”

JUDIT MINOT — She just nods again, her expression difficult to parse.

And then you are walking toward the shore together, side by side, in a way you’re certain you must have done before, but never quite like this.

Snow crunches softly under the worn work boots a dock worker passed down to you. You adjust the collar of your polar anorak, a precious secret between you and Martinaise. And Judit follows in silence, her eyes dark beneath her furrowed brow.

EMPATHY — She doesn’t know what to make of your unfamiliar shape.

VOLITION — That’s good. That means you’re changing.

JUDIT MINOT — “I resigned.”

The words come out sudden and ungraceful. She grimaces at herself, pulling her coat more tightly around her shoulders.

AUTHORITY — Resigned?! My god, man, what have you done? Not only have you ruined *your* career, but your subordinates’ careers, too!

VOLITION — Don’t be so self-absorbed. Let her tell her own story.

“…From the task force?”

“…From the RCM?”

JUDIT MINOT — She shakes her head slowly.

“I quit, Harry. I’m not with the RCM anymore.”

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“Good. Fuck the police.”

“Hell yeah. Unemployment buddies.” [Hold your hand out for an Ace’s High.]

“Are you gonna be okay? What about your kids?”

“I don’t know what to say…”

JUDIT MINOT — “You don’t have to say anything. I’m… I’m the one who should be apologizing to you.”

She looks down at her feet as she walks. She’s still wearing the same shoes she wore to work every day. “I’m sorry for leaving you here.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — A hard lump rises in your throat. It’s hard to breathe around it. It hurts just to think about that day— watching your world turn its back on you.

VOLITION — But then a new world opened its arms to you. You survived it.

EMPATHY — She was afraid that you *wouldn’t* survive. That she would open that shack door and find your corpse.

“Thank you for apologizing. It means a lot.”

“It’s fine. I don’t care anymore.”

“It’s okay. It actually kind of ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Keep your apologies. I don’t need them.”

“You’re not the one who should have to take responsibility…”

JUDIT MINOT — “No! No, that’s not why I— I mean, it *is,* but not like— Oh, hell…” The former patrol officer pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out a crystalline sigh. “It’s not just about that, Harry…”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — *No one* was going to take responsibility for what was done to you. No one was *expected* to. She doesn’t have the heart to explain this.

JUDIT MINOT — “I didn’t do it to take a fall for you or Jean, or… anything like that. I just…”

Her eyes are glassy and sunken as she stares out at the sea.

HALF LIGHT — Like those of a corpse.

JUDIT MINOT — “I think I hate myself,” she says flatly. “I don’t want to be like this anymore.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Looking away as Joseph Mills made yet another “joke” about the women in their custody. Looking away from hands making exchanges under the table. Looking away with little more than weary sighs and toothless protests. Turning her children’s eyes shamefully away from herself and her peers.

Looking away from Lieutenant Kitsuragi’s anger in the hospital. Looking away from you, bleeding in the cold.

JUDIT MINOT — “I took responsibility for myself, and only myself. That’s all.”

“That’s all anyone can do.”

“It’s too late for that. For either of us.”

“Still, I’m sorry. I know I really made a mess of things…”

JUDIT MINOT — “It’s okay, Harry.” She smiles awkwardly and reaches out to pat your arm. “I know you didn’t mean for things to turn out like this.”

AUTHORITY — Is that… *condescension,* I hear?

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — You can’t be blamed, she thinks. Not entirely, anyway. You’re not well. You need help.

“Thanks, Judit.”

“No. I *did* mean for this to happen.”

JUDIT MINOT — Her mouth parts in surprise. “Excuse me…?”

“This was all part of the plan. You can’t even *comprehend* the plan. I’m fifty steps ahead of you and everybody else. Everything is *totally* under control.”

“I’m a jackass who wanted to blow my life to smithereens and get anyone dumb enough to be close to me caught in the crossfire. I may not remember, but I can put two and two together.”

“I *wanted* to be left behind to die. That’s why I pushed you guys out of Martinaise in the first place, isn’t it? I wanted to feel miserable and alone enough to finally just kill myself.”

JUDIT MINOT — Her face twists with grief and discomfort for just a moment. “Harry…”

YOU — “Don’t treat me like a child, Jude. The choices I’ve made are mine, and I can take responsibility for them, too. Or even be okay with them.”

JUDIT MINOT — Her mouth flattens into a thin line. Her eyes fall back to her boots. Snow dusts her hair and the shocks of white make her look older.

EMPATHY — It’s less of a struggle for her when she thinks of you as hapless. Easier to *forgive* you. But harder, perhaps, to see you as a peer. She has never realized this before.

She does not like herself any better from this perspective, looking in from a newly discovered outside. But she swallows her pride.

JUDIT MINOT — “…You’re right,” she says quietly. “Sorry.”

YOU — “…It’s okay.”

FISHING VILLAGE — A more comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you trudge onward toward the shore. Shafts of pale sunlight occasionally pierce through the clouds, glinting off the snow and dazzling your eyes.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Sunrise, Parabellum.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Your great big lives start today.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #judit minot #suicide mention #thinking abt judit’s paternalistic and condescending moments #and how institutionalization is incarceration #and cops and ableism. etc #i do think judit could potentially quit like she does here #but. then what. u know? she’s got a lot of work ahead of her #EDIT I FUCKED UP THE FORMATTING. this is why u don’t post things at 1 am. bye.#edit 2 i actually ducked up the formatting in multiple places. fuck this gay earth

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bumblingbabooshka · 5 months

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Security Team Chats

#Tuvok #I wish we had an episode with Tuvok & his security team #st voyager #st voyager art #Like there's an alien invader and we follow Tuvok's security team figuring out how to defend against it #and we see how having a Vulcan head of security would be different from say a Human.#This is not an example of that - this is just something I thought would be funny #my second option was drawing 'Tuvok Voice: Take Your Ibuprofen Alone.'#bea art tag #Tuvok's 'Ok...here's what's going to happen.' moment in the ep where Harry almost tosses him off the ship was SO cool!!!!#I wish we got to see more of his plans coming together #Tom: I was taught that men shouldn't cry... / Tuvok: Incorrect. / Tom: :') / Tuvok: No one should cry. Regardless of gender.

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kheldara · 5 months

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anyway neil Patrick harris playing evil camp characters and singing and dancing villainously on childrens telly is something that can be so glorious and satisfying for me, personally.

#doctor who #neil patrick harris #asoue #moment of silence for how much olaf he was channelling here

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kieumy-archive · 2 years

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hl moments 2/?: james corden interview, 2015

#harry styles #louis tomlinson #hledit #hlcreators #hljournal #tomlinsonedits #stylesedits #myedit #not sure if this technically counts as an hl moment but they look great here #and i liked the coloring so *shrug*

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justafriendofxanders · 2 months

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*breathlessly* i think a lot of xander's Stuff stems from a desire for dependability and stability and growing up in a volatile home situation where that wasn't guaranteed which is why he constantly seeks out validation from his peers and like, the CONCEPT of what it means to be Cool or Likable and later a Good Breadwinner/Husband because he doesn't have any other models of what it means to Be Okay (whether it's in role models or a personal philosophy) or the confidence (or frankly, especially in the earlier seasons, the emotional intelligence) to trust that he's enough as he is. and i think part of the fucking tragedy of why he ends up pulling the ultimate flaker move of bailing on his own wedding is BECAUSE he takes commitment seriously and he's all too aware of how people can fail in the promises they make to each other, himself included, and he doesn't trust himself to NOT hurt his loved ones.

but i ALSO do think he rushed into marriage because he felt like it was the right thing to do, rather than because it felt right to him, if that makes sense. i think this is related to the meta about the willow/xander arc, which is to say that when you are insecure and it seems like things are falling apart, and you derive a sense of security from your relationships with the people in your life, it makes sense to double-down on those relationships and try to lock them down, for lack of a better word. because what else are you going to do, trust YOURSELF?

and it's this insane cycle where if you're judging xander as a real person you would or wouldn't want to be friends with (as opposed to a fictional rubiks cube i guess), then it's very easy to pick up on his flaws and the ways in which he can be annoying or hurtful or act (apparently) without consideration for other people's feelings. which is like, fine, whatever, consume media however you want. i'm just personally fascinated by (read: tearing my hair out about) the rubiks cube of how xander most often appears selfish and self-centered when he is most insecure and craving some kind of external reassurance. like sometimes i feel like i'm watching this man run around in a rodent shock maze of his own creation.

#idk am *i* the weird one here???#am *i* insane for watching this teen drama like it's succession?#i also don't feel any desire to write off his weird aggro moments like i think it's perfectly interesting possibly even MORE interesting if #that's a legit struggle for him. like. look at his wedding nightmare #that's MY bastard tom/greg lovechild that grows up in ordinary(ish) circumstances and so is instead burdened with ordinary evils #ik people don't like that the narrative supposedly 'condones' his behavior or never appropriately 'punishes' him for it but like that is #literally so much of buffyverse. there are so many questionable character actions from everyone that there just isn't #enough time to delve into it all #that's what fanfic is for. imo optimal viewing experience is to treat the show like one of those beautiful little mini dioramas #like it's a beautiful set up. but you are going to have to move yourself around to really take in all the angles. maybe you will even have #to pick up a little model and rotate it around and play pretend with it for a little while #buffyposting #xander harris

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basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin · 8 months

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the first moment when jkr lost me was when i found out that ron could open the chamber of secrets because he heard harry mumble the password in his sleep and randomly remembered it

#i'm sorry but what??#first time i heard it i went like 'uhm that doesn't sound right. are you sure we're not just talking about a fanfiction here??'#and yes it was different in the books but it doesn't exactly make more sense there #and i watched the movies first #fuck jkr #harry potter #harry potter plothole #i mean do you know the type of absolute shit that people mumble in their sleep??#how would you know whether that's a language or just random sounds?#and how could you reconstruct them perfectly?#without having even tried to remember them the moment you heard them?#it. makes. no. sense.

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startanewdream · 1 year

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For @hinnyfest, prompt #5: HBP Missing Moment

Thanks to @abihastastybeans for suggesting something related to Slug Club! (And also, I will get to the other prompts mentioned by @sweeethinny, @theresthesnitch and @penny259!)

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It would be very simple.

A small party during a weekday, only between the few students that are members of the Slug Club; Harry postpones the Quidditch practice he scheduled for the day (he finds a very plausible reason for it, no one questions it), convinces Hermione that Ron would very much enjoy her company to finish some homework. Harry waits until Ginny appears at the bottom of the stairs and very casually, very smoothly, he suggests they could go together to Slug’s office.

The walk downstairs is easy for them; Harry pretends they are just back at the Burrow in the summer, smiles confidently, exchanges one of their inside jokes. Ginny grins back, joins him; her face flushes whenever their hands happen to brush in the very narrow corridors of Hogwarts.

To someone who hasn't given this much thought, this would look like the perfect moment for Harry to declare his feelings for her—they would stop at that hall on the fourth floor, that one with the window to the lake and with candlesticks that are always lit—but then it would be too soon, right? The night is just starting.

Harry is patient about things that matter. Their paths divide when they reach Slughorn’s dinner, because of course Slughorn wants to introduce him to whatever guest is that day; Harry is pleasant, though he can’t retell a word from this conversation. His gaze keeps drifting to where Ginny is chatting with her friends, and the perfect thing is that whenever he does it, Ginny also looks back at him.

His heart skips a beat; her smile is full of secrets he swears to reveal until the end of the night.

The dinner lasts hours or minutes, Harry doesn’t notice it. All he knows is that he stays until the end (that’s not in the hope that when he returns, someone’s brother will be sleeping), and that Ginny meets him by the drinks table, still spotting that smile that feels just for him.

“Having fun?” She asks, leaving her glass on the table, her hand inches from his.

“Actually, yes. Slug’s parties have a charm.”

“Not a bad idea to finally show up, isn’t it?”

“It was my best idea so far,” he vouches, keeping her gaze, letting it linger on her face.

Her eyes sparkle. “I hope you have other ideas in your pocket,” she says, voice playful and warm. “Let’s head back?”

Harry nods. His hand brushes against hers once more, and this time, very clearly, Ginny’s finger slides over his hand.

His heart races and it stays so, in this furious state of craving and euphory, as they leave the party. He stays closer to her than he would need for a large corridor, but Ginny doesn’t seem to mind; the back of her hand caresses his, and Harry’s fingers twitch to intertwine their hands.

“I don’t really want to go back to the Common Room just now,” she says when they reach the fourth floor.

“Me neither,” he admits, pausing. Ginny turns to him; under the flickering lights of the candles, her brown eyes look like a pool of melted chocolate. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone for some time now.”

She takes a step closer; with her head raised, there are only a few inches between their faces.

“What for?”

There are many answers for this. “Would you go out with me?” is a valid one. “I have feelings for you” is very truthful; “I can’t stop thinking about you” is even more. But Harry’s favourite answer is the one that he puts a strand of her hair behind her ear before caressing her face, raising her head even more and letting their lips touch so he can answer her properly—

“It’s not going to happen.”

Harry blinks.

“What?”

“Slughorn’s dinner,” answers Hermione, turning the page of her book. “I don’t think he will schedule any other, he seems to have given up on them.” She doesn’t look too concerned, but then a thought comes to her mind and Hermione finally turns to him. “But why are you so interested? I thought you didn’t like them.”

Harry turns hastily back to his homework (the one he should finish early, just in case). “I just thought it would be nice. Meeting new people and all.”

“And Ron wouldn’t be there,” adds Hermione, too knowingly for Harry’s taste. “That would make it easier, right?”

“What are you talking about?” He asks with all the dignity he can muster. Hermione shrugs, though there is a smirk on her lips.

“I just mean—if Ron can’t go, all the better there are no dinners anymore. Unless you have a reason to not want Ron around?”

At the other table in the library, the reason lets out a muffled laugh from something her friends are saying. Harry allows himself to admire Ginny's profile for a moment before he sighs. “No, no reason.”

From this excerpt: "It would have been ideal if Slughorn had given another of his little parties, for Ron would not be around — but unfortunately, Slughorn seemed to have given them up". - HBP.

#Hinny #Hinnyfest #Prompt 3: HBP Missing Moment #Missing moments are my fave cup of tea in the morning #Pining Harry here #Harry daydreaming about Ginny holds a soft spot in my heart

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