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What does "fth" stand for :)

Hello Anon, if this is related specifically to me then it stands for Fandom Trumps Hate. I'm finally finishing/editing a long fic for the bidder who "won" a fic from me in the auction (three years ago now... it is long and i am so slow) and sometimes I post snippets from the fic on tumblr under the tag tacky's fth.

Hope that's what you were looking for - but just in case, here's the @fandomtrumpshate tumblr in case you were looking for more general information on the event.

#tacky's fth #asked and answered

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”Daniel's out of the car Max, he's all okay” ❤️

#truly if you put this in a fanfic #people might be like #'ah no you've taken it too far now tacks' #'this would never happen irl' #IT HAPPENED IRL #maxiel #eff won

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Someone is in love and distracted 🤭

Some pynch sketches i needed to get out of my system 🙊🙊

#ohhhhhhhh #🥹🥹🥹 #perfect pynch #this ronan!!!!!! #hello!!!!!!

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The Opposite of Hate You

Drarry ~ 3.9k ~ M ~ Falling in love, happy ending, evocative handjobs, a bit of hair-pulling, discussion of sexual fantasies, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it vicar kink, church and hymns, wine in the bath, and a small smattering of past traumas.

Happy, happy birthday to my darling @bonesliketambourines - I hope you have all the ice cream cake your little heart desires, followed by the nicest cocktails man can provide.

They walk the whole way home, in the end—the long way, through Holborn and out past Coram’s Fields and all the way to St Pancras, where they stop for coffee from AMT and bring their drinks up to the top concourse so they can look down on the quiet station. Draco gets a Froffee which he drinks too quickly, then complains about how cold he is, and Harry rolls his eyes but puts his hands around Draco’s bare, red hands with their raw knuckles, brings Draco’s fingers to his mouth, blows gently until he can feel the tips warming under his lips.

“We should take a trip,” Draco says, like he always does whenever they’re standing on the upper concourse under the delicate metal spines of the curving roof. The glass gleams with snow. “We should go to Paris.”

“Yeah,” Harry agrees, “I’ve never been.” Though Draco already knows that of course, because Harry says that every time too—though he’s absolutely serious, and he’d go down and buy a Eurostar ticket right now if he thought Draco would want him to, just get on the train and go. It’s probably just as well that they don’t, though. Harry thinks that if he saw Draco with the Eiffel Tower in the background he might do something mad and stupid, like propose to him, and Draco would very probably say yes, and Ron’s only just stopped getting all glinty-eyed and puffed up when Harry mentions Draco’s name, and Draco’s only just started leaving a toothbrush at Grimmauld. It’s probably too soon for forever. Probably.

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#easter again? #already? #here we go #easter sunday in a fic #vicar fantasies #drinking wine in the bath #drarry #drarry fic #festive reblog

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i have been laughing about this to myself all day

#truly the expressiveness of quail's art #i feel draco's feelings IN MY BONES #amazing #i am weeping #drarry #drarry art

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Seven years after the break-up.

#KISMET HOW DARE!!!!!! #yes yes a thousand times yes #amazing art #drarry art

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this is going around twitter and i thought it'd be a fun little thing to bond over

in the tags as usual

#5 #either a or b #everything should be burnt and crispy #but exactly the right amount of burnt and crispy not a dot more #also with milk #would rather have none at all than even one drop too much #these things have to be right

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Blue 💙

Hello! Thank you for the ask, i think I associate blue with Draco because I got a lot of results from this one! Here's the memory of a blowjob from a WIP where down-and-out Draco and Harry are in a friends with benefits situation, and then Draco leaves to work in a caravan park in France.

“I don’t really do a lot outside of work,” Draco said, but he could see Harry didn’t believe him, though he wasn’t sure it mattered very much. Harry was lying on his back, so Draco could really look at him, and the light was perfect for it—London summer evening light, a vivid wash of sun filtering through the horrible net curtains at the flat window, rosy gold and brimming with the potential of the stretched out, elastic length of day. It could have been any time from midday to dinnertime, except that Draco knew the direction the window faced and how the sun moved. Being this high up meant cheap rent and nothing to see through the window but a rectangle of blue like a corridor of sky. 

Harry was sweating. 

“I got the water last time,” he said in a wheedling tone, and turned abruptly onto his side so he could be closer to Draco, tucking a hand under his cheek. He never seemed to mind Draco knowing he was watching him, and his eyes were amused and knowing and very green against the white pillowcase. “And my throat…” 

He coughed pathetically, and then followed the line of Draco’s rising flush with his finger, all the way from his chest, along his neck, until he was tracing Draco’s cheekbone. Draco could feel it in his bones, the memory of Harry eager and pliant in the heat, on his knees in front of the big window, and his mouth, Draco bracing his hands against the glass at the momentary, muscular constriction of Harry’s throat around his cock, his own unthinking thrust and all that heat.

#drarry #drarry wip snip #word excerpt tag game

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For the word ask game, how about the word 'traitor'? 👀

Ooh thank you, anon - I have lots of these in my current WIP because Draco is an Order member and then defects. Some of them are a bit spoilery so here's a piece from early on in the fic. Draco has returned to the Order after seven years, but they obviously don't trust him so he's been kept in custody and subjected to Veritaserum and some invasive magical testing. CW for vomiting and cigarette smoking!

“May I come in?” Harry managed, and then regretted his politeness when Draco just sniffed and said, “I can’t exactly stop you, can I?” and turned and padded across the room, his footsteps silent in his soft white socks.

“I came to let you know that your wand will be out of processing by tomorrow,” Harry said to Draco’s back, watching the tensing of his shoulders, the tiny pause. “You can collect it after breakfast and let us know what you’d like to do.”

“And in the meantime I’m here overnight, totally unprotected and vulnerable,” Draco said stiffly. “At least last night I had a guard on the door.”

“If I had my way,” Harry said pleasantly, “you’d still have a guard on your door. But sadly even traitorous bastards get to benefit from the outcome of the justice system.”

“Oh, piss off if you just came here to bait me,” Draco said, voice thick. “I went through your due process, I jumped through all your little hoops, and I—” He held a hand up, swaying gently, face horrified, then he clapped a hand over his mouth and strode over to the little bathroom in the corner, where he was—efficiently and impressively quietly—sick into the sink.

Harry waited until Draco’s shoulders had finished heaving and he was washing his face under the cold tap, and Harry could be reasonably sure he wasn’t going to be sick again.

“Would you like a freshen up?” Harry asked him, expecting him to say no, but Draco just sighed into the towel as he dabbed his face dry and said, “Yes please,” mildly enough. Harry got his wand out self-consciously and performed the spell, trying not to catch Draco’s eye as he wrinkled his nose and blinked, the smell of spearmint and citrus sharpening the air.

Harry had never quite got the hang of courtesy spells—Draco had always been the one to cast this one, back when they were whiskey-sodden hungover idiots the morning after whatever night of long involved chatting and plotting they’d had, or the time they found an old pack of cigarettes stashed in the attic in Grimmauld and decided to sit out on the angled roof below the casement and try out smoking. Draco had coughed himself almost sick that time, though Harry had taken to it too easily, so much so that he stubbed out the cigarette and told himself he wouldn’t try it again. He didn’t trust anything that he liked that much that quickly.

Harry wondered if Draco remembered all of that stuff the way he did, if Draco thought about the things they had been to each other back then. If Draco had missed him.

#drarry #drarry wip snip #tacky's fth #word excerpt tag game

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Hello pal, has anyone asked for citrus fruits yet? Any of the family, lemons, limes, grapefruits, and so on! Otherwise how about throat?

Thank you friend <3. An NSFW throat here, and here's a classic citrus from Our Objective Remains Unchanged:

“I really am nervous,” Harry said again, quietly.  “It’s because we’re still bloody talking,” Draco said, coming closer to him. “That was never our particular strong suit, if I remember correctly.”  Harry wet his lips. From this distance, he could smell the orange juice and champagne on Draco’s breath. “No, it wasn’t.”  Draco reached a hand forward, his fingers brushing the line of Harry’s buttons. “Can I kiss you, Harry?” Harry stared up at him. He couldn’t remember Draco ever asking that before.  “Yes,” he said. 

#yes yes yes #ooru my beloved #if you havent read this fic yet run dont walk #drarry #such a rec #drarry fic rec #rowing recs

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Tee! Ok first for the word game, I have to ask for couch/sofa 😂. And if that doesn't work I'll try spinach as that's what I'm cooking right now.

✨🪩 Word Excerpt Ask Game 🪩✨

Featuring 'couch', taken from The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls (256k, E, 2023)

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as Malfoy pulled open the curtains, flooding the room with soft morning light.

“You could’ve at least warned me,” Harry muttered, opening his eyes a crack. “Reckon I could go blind from that.”

Malfoy stared at him with crossed arms, leaning against the curved window. “I’m about to go blind with rage, so forgive me for not being considerate of your eyes.”

“You’re not forgiven.” Harry yawned and stretched his arms over his head, leaning back slightly. His muscles ached a little, but it was a pleasant ache. Harry could no doubt thank the few days of sleep in an actual bed rather than a couch for that.

Malfoy let out an odd noise that sounded halfway between a gasp and a squeak. Harry dropped his arms and turned to look at Malfoy, who was looking down at his shoes. They stood in silence for a moment before Harry cleared his throat, shifting from foot to foot.

(that word features 114 times in that fic)

Featuring 'spinach', taken from an unreleased fic which has the document title of 'Angsty Azkaban Release'

“No peeking.” Potter stepped back and Draco felt the loss of him keenly. He wanted to tug at his arm and make him come back, but he wasn’t sure that he could. They weren’t quite there yet. “Here’s the first one.” Something was pressed against Draco’s palm, one of the soft things from the plate.

“Give me a hint about what it is at least. I want to know if I’m eating spinach or samosas.”

“Cupcakes,” Potter said, his breath washing over Draco’s ear. “Take a bite, go on.”

Draco was thankful that his eyes were already closed because they would have ended up there anyway, slipping shut so that he could focus his senses on what mattered most; the feeling of Potter’s breath on his skin, his fading warmth on Draco’s back, the position of his fingers, still resting against Draco’s hip as though intending to guide him around the room.

🛋️🥗 🪑

(If there is a difference in meaning between couch and sofa, I do not know what it is. I use them interchangeably, sometimes in the same sentence 😅)

#love how often couch appears for you!! how apt #they mean the same thing this side of the pond but people tend to use one or t'other #really enjoyed these excerpts #i think i know why draco is squeaking there 👀 #drarry #word ask game

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Wolfie this is so fun! For the word excerpt game, please may I ask for any or all of: king, history, brother.

oh tacky you spoil me with these! and they're all so fun, as well. I had to do some real digging this time! (also - you know me so well, king AND history, oh my!)

King, a real deep cut this one, Heal Your Shrinking Soul, one of my first ever wolfstar fics, an AU where Remus is a novelist:

Sometimes he likes to think his agent is good for nothing, but it’s usually when he’s at his wit’s end or at his bottle’s end or he really, really wants to twist the knife a bit and make her work hard for her commission. Twenty percent. What an absolute joke. Louboutins are on her feet and her fingernails are regularly manicured because he props up the Bookseller charts invariably, not just during his key selling period of Autumn where his titles dominate the shelves on Amazon, in Waterstone’s, and every cheap Halloween display at your local big supermarket. And of course there’s the rights income, the recently released adaptation he hates because the casting is all wrong and the whole thing is far too American: squeaky clean and sterilised. Abbot’s Ritual. Monster Boy Lake. The Comfort Creature. Remus’s bestsellers; the books about demons and hell and hauntings and death. He’d tried experimenting with some apocalyptic science fiction a few years ago, a real passion project actually, but it bombed, roughly around the same time everything else in his life was teetering dangerously in the wrong direction too. His creative process had been in turmoil because he’d fallen out of love with the work that made him famous at the enviable age of twenty-five, a horror wunderkind, the UK’s answer to Stephen fucking King; and therein began the slippery slope into casual alcoholism he’s yet to fully admit to, the chain-smoking that makes it difficult to move faster than a light jog without feeling like his lungs are on fire, and the general grouchiness pervading his everyday mood, interactions, processes, relationships.

And history, from The Hollow:

Now, encased in his crimson, reinforced finery with a badge on his breast, Draco Malfoy is a man who exudes a quiet, cautious sort of strength. He is guarding—what? Remus could wager a guess, given Draco’s history. But Draco doesn’t seem like the kind of man who enjoys being read. He is a man who would rather turn the focus on others, ruffling their pages to peek inside, so they don’t get a chance to lift his own covers.

And finally, brother, from Precious Metal:

He hadn’t spent much time paying attention to Malfoy as Harry had. Ron had done his best to avoid him, actually, at all costs. He remembers how hard his heart would race whenever they would line up for lessons in the school corridors, how he’d dreaded bumping into Malfoy and his friends because it was the perfect public forum for scrutiny and humiliation: nice trousers, Weasley, are they your brother’s? Isn’t he like… thirty now?

send me a word and I'll share an excerpt from a published or unpublished fic ✍🏻

#oh wolf these are all so good! #i identify with that remus on a spiritual level 😅 #the hollow!!! ahhh such tension and such poignancy #and precious metal with that lovely lovely angst #great picks! loved reading these

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Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern. I was tagged by the lovely @officialmood 🧡 and the equally lovely @powerful-owl 🧡

Well, i've not posted much over the the past couple of years so we're cheating a LITTLE to make it just f1, including a) some unposted fics, b) a reveal of a kinkmeme fic that some people guessed was me, c) a kinkmeme fic that nobody guessed was me and a selection of AO3 and tumblr fic :)

✅ The text on Zoe's deleted Instagram story says: finding out your boyfriend is cheating on you because your dash GPS breaks and you have to use his phone for Google maps to get you home: fucking sucks

🌸 He finds them when he's bored enough one day to consider catching up on laundry: a pair of pale pink knickers caught up with a single discarded sock and a kicked-off pair of his boxers under the bed in his second bedroom. 

👨‍👦 It's late when Daniel wakes up.

🥫 Max at seven years old is red cheeked and mutinous, sitting in the corner of Charles' driver's room with his arms folded and his grown up race suit falling off him.

🐙 "What the fuck is wrong with your dick," Max says, approximately five one-hundredths of a second after storming into Charles's motorhome and coming to an abrupt stop in the doorway.

❓ ***** ** ** ********** ****** **** ******** *** **** ** *** **** ** *** ***** ** **** ******

🩰 His dick is soft and pink and wet from Daniel's mouth.

🏎️ Alex waits until they're in the car before he leans over and cups his hand over George's crotch. 

🍊 Max dreams of his bond.

🕵️‍♂️ "Daniel, you should leave now," Max tells him, stalking off towards the end of the marina.

higher than average selection of dicks in the first lines tbh.

and I tag @astorytotellyourfriends, @tackytigerfic, @flawlessassholes and @junkshop-disco if they fancy it and haven't already done it :)

#ALL OF THEM #the happy sigh i just sighed #eff one

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My love letter to Modern Love by @tackytigerfic.

See the full art on AO3.

I don't usually dabble with colors or lineart (terrible at both, and I love the feel of semi-realism and greyscale), but with this piece, I knew I had to at least try.

#i see it i reblog it that's the rule #still not over this #drarry #drarry art #amazing art #art of my fic #love it so much

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Tagged by @tackytigerfic and @citrusses tysm!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

If the Fates Allow - 10.6K drarry

Draco had just tipped the dregs of the punchbowl into Harry's champagne saucer to refresh him as they flowed out of Glimmerald Hall into the cobbled street of Diagon Alley on the heels of a scrum of laughing, shouting, dancing Weasleys.

A Forgivable Fascination - 2K drarry

The only thing more astounding than the fact of the Malfoy-Potter research partnership, existing in seeming defiance of their notorious feud, is the number of discoveries they've made together.

Imperio - 2K drarry

"I think," Draco murmurs between sleepy kisses. The lamp is still burning yellow-orange on the bedside table, and Draco is so lovely and golden under its light.

not very fast or slow (just soft and low) - 1.8K drarry

"You've got to be so quiet," Harry murmured in that special, soft voice, only just discernible above the crackling of the fire.

The Tune Without the Words - 2K drarry

"I really doubt he wants to see me, Granger," Draco had to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the racket of torrential rain on the windows of his tiny sitting room. "We split up."

A Bottomless Well - 10.2K drarry

It's the savoury smell of supper cooking that brings Draco out of his reverie. He's being beckoned as surely as if Harry were striking a dinner bell.

A Gift of True Esteem - 54K drarry

Harry Potter was procrastinating. The thick stack of essays and exams on his desk were in desperate need of marking, but they did not have his full nor even his partial attention.

The Joy of Bleeding - 6K drarry

“I have the most absurd, awful, unpleasant, serious thing that I need your help with,” Draco Malfoy announced, as he stepped out of Harry Potter’s Floo one rainy midspring Wednesday evening.

As Safe as He'd Ever Be - 618 drarry

Harry Potter woke, as he had been with disconcerting regularity of late, with his heart pounding. His hairline was damp with sweat, his pillow moist, and he lay still for a few moments, trying to force himself back toward calm.

Without Pretense - 3.6K drarry

As he usually wondered whenever he got himself into similar positions, Draco Malfoy was busily wondering how he ever made Harry Potter look at him that way.

Bonus from my WIP

Even after Snape and the Carrows and all the other Death Eaters and the Dementors and the assorted detritus of the Dark Lord's regime had been expunged from its walls and grounds, Draco Malfoy had rather been looking forward to shaking the dust of Hogwarts from his shoes.

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Maybe a bit of a pattern? A lot of starting with dialogue. And otherwise in the middle of things, I guess.

I'll tag @goblinmatriarch @wolfpants @geesenoises @oflights @stationintern (i suspect some of y'all have already been tagged oh well)

#they're all so good #i love how many of them start with dialogue #so rich and characterful #harry telling draco to be quiet in a special soft voice 👀 #yum #love these liddy #drarry #first lines tag game

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drarrargh’s fic rec list!! fics that drarrargh recs :)

‘... A Little Insecure’ by tigersilver

It’s an epistolary! Need I say more? If so, I will say more! The Draco characterization knocked my socks off! The ending put a smile on my face! The conflict of the story is super small but feels super big! It’s really really good!

Dwelling by aideomai

Do you have a hankering for the most devastating plot twist of all time? Look no further!

Nice Things by aideomai

The first time I read this fic I was stranded in Iceland due to a level three snowstorm, and it kept me warm in the cold. Yes this is a true story

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered on tumblr

Identity porn! Getting hot and heavy with identities.

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered

amazing podfic of Away Childish Things by RattleandHum

Look, look, I know. Everyone in the fandom has already read this. It’s one of The Drarry Fics of all time. But maybe somebody is new to drarry, or maybe it’s time for you to reread it. You know you want to!

The Way Down by @letteredlettered

Being friends is hard, being a person is hard. Less hard ons then you’d expect though.

Two To Shore by Lamplighter

Disregard everything else I’ve ever said. This is my favorite drarry fic of all time. Ever. They’re both in slytherin and they’re best friends.

Hermione Granger's Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi

Podfic of Hermione Granger's Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by Lazulus

Drarry road trip fic but like, everybody is there.

What We Pretend We Can't See  by gyzym

My favorite draco characterization maybe um ever.

The Loathly Worm by Selden

There’s secret identities, there’s a big monster worm. What’s not to like?

Talk to Me by Saras_Girl

My comfort fic that I cherish and adore in sickness and in health for so long as we both shall live.

It takes a Village by Saras_Girl

Drarry live in a village together, with goats and a magic trout, which I just personally really enjoy. 

Erosmancy by astolat

Erosmancy podfic by Lazulus

I come crawling back to this whenever I need a dose of raw unfiltered desperation.

Drop Dead Gorgeous by Maya

The dichotomy of extreme super silly situations and the most agonizing pining I’ve read to date.

An Emerald in The Sky by corvuscrowned

Timey-wimey

Trouble, My Old Friend by Tepre

Its important that harry faces the sexy sexy truth.

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic

Draco and harry are just very good friends that are magically bonded... It gets me every gosh darn time.

Gryffindors Never Kiss and Tell by FeelsForBreakfast

This one never ever fails to pull me out of a bad mood.

hello goodbye (twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars

soulmate trope!! woooo!!!

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by firethesound

Sometimes the situation is so dire that your house has to step in.

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by Faith Wood

the age old question! appropriately silly 10/10

And last but not least on this particular list,

Going Postal by dustmouth

Everything dustmouth draws is perfect and lovely. dustmouth’s ao3 account is sacred ground.

#yes im reblogging again what of it #such a list!!! #drarry #drarry fic rec #drarry rec list

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Thanks to @tackytigerfic and @uncannycerulean for tagging me!

List the first line of your last ten (posted) fics, and see if you find a pattern

thunderbird, 1.6k

At twelve years old, Harry was whisked away by a flying car.

is there something in your eye, or are you just sad to see me, 2.4k

Being back in The Big Apple doesn’t feel how Harry thought it would.

Rêverie, 2.1k

When Scorpius only measured up to Draco’s waist, he’d climb up onto the left side of the piano bench and situate himself next to his father.

i’ve come to smash what you made, 3.1k

Draco’s hands shake, knocking against the clay.

black dog, 326

There’s a shaggy black dog in Draco’s sitting room.

party 4 u, 1.5k

“Why is it called a pineapple?” Harry asks, leaning against a kitchen cabinet.

Better In The Dark (I’ll Try Anything Once), 4.9k

He’s at the Dusty Cloak– a dingy, back alley pub that reeks of piss and dirt-cheap whiskey.

author’s note, 1.3k

“Draco, one of your admirers is here,” was the first thing I heard upon arriving at Draco Black’s modest country home.

definitely free, 1.4k

Freddie’s great. Really, he is. Or, he was.

soft hands and glowing eyes, 1.5k

Oh god, you look horrible.

If I was to find a pattern, I’d say (since I write so many shortfics) that I always feel the need to establish an important theme, struggle, or setting right off the bat, It’s easier to write the rest if I have a stable jumping off point.

This was so fun! I’m going to tag @lemonlimelea and @nv-md !

#every single title #and every single opening line #is brilliant #so intriguing and powerful #that is skill #love them all #drarry #first lines tag game #dear moon