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miss-star-dust · 1 month
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How considerate for the sun to come out on James Potter's birthday!
Happy birthday to the human embodiment of the sun itself <3
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parokka · 5 months
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since it is december, here is a sneak peek to the first part of the comic.
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heisokay · 2 years
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Nikolaj Coster-Waldau photographed by Lair Getz Mezibov MR Porter, 2016.
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notesfromachair · 1 year
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Who Wants to be a Billionaire?
Who Wants to be a Billionaire?
If you’re upset you can’t afford holiday presents, or that you even have to buy holiday presents, be cheered by the confirmation once again of this salient fact – Money does NOT buy happiness. But you can rent it, right Chairy? The richest man in the world was having a hissy fit this week because a bunch of reputable journalists posted stories about him and his whereabouts he didn’t like and…
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digitkame · 2 months
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4 years after graduation wasn’t long enough for Filch to forget the silhouette of a spidery student skulking around in the dark.
I saw a post (can’t remember by whom) that said something along the line of Snape probably getting mistaken for a student by Argus Filch when he first started teaching at Hogwarts. I thought it was funny, so I put it into a drawing🌝
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shadyblacklin · 10 months
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sirius: *lying on remus* tell me a secret, moons
remus: okay, listen regulus and james are dating like 3 months
sirius: ...
sirius: well, enough secrets
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kairos-in-space · 4 months
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in awe of their 'tism
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irisesforyoureyes · 2 years
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the sluttiest thing a man can do is be fictional
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Quickie portrait of Seb Sallow - from a screenshot edit I scavenged from pinterest. Mr. Sallow, You BROKE ME.
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veryinnovative · 6 months
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not fucking finishing this my fingers are dead. anyways i can either think abt 1. chef james 2. zombie apocalypse survivor james and a secret third thing (volleyball player james)
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webdiggerxxx · 4 months
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꧁★꧂
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daddiesdrarryy · 4 months
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Blaise: Flirting is part of my heritage
Ron: What do you mean?
Pansy: His mother was a slut too
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sixlane · 2 months
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Newlyweds
Jegulus microfic | 830 words | A little Mr & Mrs Smith au thingy for u | pt. 2, pt. 3
“So… what’s your favorite color?” James asks. They’re meant to be getting to know each other but the agency told them not to reveal any identifying information. This is the best he could come up with.
Regulus raises an eyebrow, unamused. James knew it was a stupid question. He’s about to take it back when Regulus looks down at his plate and says, “green, like a dark green. Almost black.”
James hums, studying the way the man in front of him cuts his food into even pieces. He thinks he could learn a lot more about Regulus by just watching him rather than asking superficial questions. Regulus likes order. Noted.
After a minute of silence, broken only by the scraping of silverware, James speaks again.
“Now it’s your turn to ask a question. See, we’re doing a back and forth thing here. Swapping secrets. If we’re going to be fake married we have to know things about each other.”
Regulus doesn’t miss a beat. “I already know everything I need to know about you, James.” 
James scoffs. This is going to be the longest mission of his life. He’s known Regulus for all of an hour and he’s barely gotten five full sentences out of him.
“Ok, tell me three things you know about me. If you get something wrong, I get to ask you anything I want.”
Regulus sets his knife and fork down neatly next to his plate. He wipes his mouth, clears his throat, and looks up at James, pinning him with an icy gray stare. For a second, James loses his breath to the chill. Regulus’ eyes slide over him, stopping at his lips for a brief moment, but James catches it all the same.
“You’re an only child, you’re rich already so you’re not in this for the money, and you’ve been married before, maybe recently. I’d probably even say that’s why you’re here.” Regulus takes a sip from his wine glass, not looking away from James as he does it.
“How did you… Did the supervisor tell you about me? Because that’s not fair I didn’t get anything on y—” 
Regulus cuts him off with a hand. “You’ve been talking incessantly since the second I got here. Attention seeking behavior. Only child. That was probably the biggest stretch but I figured I’d give it a shot. You’re wearing an Armani sweater, so that one wasn’t even hard, and you have a tan line around your left ring finger. Is the divorce even finalized yet?”
James just stares, mouth parted in an attempt to form literally any word from the wide array of languages he knows. Nothing comes, though.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a spy, James? This is day one stuff.” Regulus goes back to his meal. A curl of his hair falls briefly in front of his eyes and he brushes it back with elegant fingers. 
James doesn’t think he’s ever been speechless in this life. All he can think to say is, “the divorce is finalized.” 
“Did you love them?”
Well, that was unexpected. He answers anyway. “Yes”
“Do you still love them?”
“No, not anymore,” James mutters, looking down. It’s true but that doesn’t mean it’s not still tender.
“Good.”
James shoots a look at Regulus then, incredulous. “Good?” he asks. “Why is that good?”
“No attachments, James. It’s bad business.” He says it so casually, so plainly, but James can see a twitch between his brows. This hits home for him too.
“You forget, honey, we’re married now. It’s me and you ‘till the end. We’re ‘attached’ for life.” He smirks, wanting to move the conversation away from lost loves. Hoping the humor will smooth the tension in Regulus’ face.
“We’re fake married, James. Partners. That’s it.” He’s looking up at James through jet black lashes and James finds himself thinking about running his fingers lightly across them. Counting every one until he runs out of numbers. 
“It doesn’t have to be.” Okay, maybe he’s flirting now. So what? If they’re going to be stuck together he might as well make it interesting.
“Yes it does.” Regulus says, but James doesn’t miss how a slight flush creeps onto his cheeks. “We’re doing this by the book. It’s easier that way, trust me.”
“Oh I'm not worried about me, Regulus. I can keep my hands to myself. Don’t think I haven’t missed the way you’ve been looking at my mouth, though. I can be observant, too.”
Regulus looks away, obviously flustered, and James preens internally for getting a reaction out of him.
“I’m going to bed,” Regulus says, getting up. 
Before he’s out of the room, James responds. “Alright, love. Let me know if you want some company. You know where to find me.”
Regulus stops. It’s too long of a pause, almost like he’s considering the offer, but he doesn’t look back. “Goodnight, James,” he whispers before heading up the stairs, and James swears he hears a smile in it.
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hinnysupremacy · 3 months
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Older Harry and Ginny
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cherry-pop-elf · 5 months
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George Weasley is Disabled, and it’s frustrating how easily people just brush it off or ignore it. So, imma fight that
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George Weasley Headcanons For After The War
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He started to pick up sign language, and often uses it when talking to the young students who come into the shop. His sign name is “Orange Twin” Since orange is his favorite color
He gave Fred the Sign name “Purple Twin” by Proxy
He has a habit of leaning a lot. As to focus his good ear at people, in order to hear them
He rarely sleeps on his right side, because it cuts out all sound. And since he is a victim of fighting a war, he suffers paranoia from his PTSD. So dead silence is a no go
He’s rather self conscious about his missing ear, and will try and style his hair to hide it
It’s also a painful reminder that he isn’t identical to Fred anymore. In a morbid way, a physical reminder Fred is no longer with him. Not even in his own reflection
Given what spell that claimed his ear, Sectumsempra, he has multiple scars on the side of his head. Which also cut into his hair, and cheek. So he had to grow out his hair a bit, in order to hide them
He developed a real hate for things being to quite, so he’s always having some kind of noise playing. He just can’t sleep if his bedroom is to quiet. He just won’t
He makes jokes, and acts like it doesn’t bother him. More so because of other people than his own comfort. He was always the guy to make everyone else feel better. So he kinda bottled up the side effects of the trauma it gave him
He has phantom pain, so it’s not uncommon to see him rubbing the side of his head. As if his ear was still there
A real way to his heart is to kiss the scars on the side of his head. It makes him feel not so gross. It’s also something Fleur has done with Bill, so it triggers just that side of his brain to say “I am loved”
Kids often times point it out, but a child doing it never bothers him. It’s a case to teach them, and encourage their curious nature. If an adult does it? He gets very uncomfortable very fast.
George Weasley is a disabled man, and that’s ok. Disabled people exist, and he’s a man that survived a war. You can be young, and disabled. You can be pretty and disabled. Disabled people exist
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missrobyn81 · 2 years
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The world has officially darkened.
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