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handledwithgloves · 14 days
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the saw was meant to be decorative…
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harps-chord · 1 year
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martinaise blues
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2tiedships2 · 2 years
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Harry is a face cradler: a collection of gifs.
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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 6 months
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Hair
Written for @hinnymicrofic November 2023 - Prompt 10
School year 96/97, told through the medium of Hair
He first noticed Ginny’s hair in October, at Quidditch practice. Well, not so much noticed, because of course he had noticed before that she had hair in a general sense. She obviously wasn’t bald, was she? No, it was more like he paid particular attention to her hair, specifically. It happened when she dived sharply for a loose quaffle, twisting as she went, and whatever she’d used to clip it up to her head came loose. Suddenly, her hair was tumbling behind her, first as she hurtled towards the grass, then as she soared upwards, aiming for the hoops. It caught the late afternoon sun, and almost seemed to glow, like flames streaking through the air behind her. Ron saved her shot (with his face. Classic.), and as she pulled up in front of him, face alight with laughter, her hair fell forward, like a cloud around her shoulders. Harry decided the odd feeling in his stomach was hunger - must be time to head back up for dinner.
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Ginny was grateful to Dean, checking over her Charms essay, really she was, but honestly, it was a bit dull, just sat there in the common room, waiting. Her gaze fell idly on the table in the corner, where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting, deep in conversation. Harry had his back to her, and, for want of anything better to do, she traced the line of his hair with her eyes, where it fell, curling just slightly towards his collar. She imagined running her finger there, feeling where his hairline met the pale skin of his neck, and she shivered slightly. 
“It’s pretty good, Ginny. You just need to add a bit more about the Substantive charm’s practical uses and then I think you’ve covered everything.”
Ginny jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, suddenly feeling very guilty about the direction of her thoughts, and more than a little surprised. I mean, where the fuck did that even come from?
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The Slug Club Christmas party was every bit as appalling as Harry had feared. Luna’s company helped to make it just about bearable, as did the amusing spectacle of Hermione attempting to avoid McLaggan. The biggest problem was that no matter how many utterly terrifying/incredibly dull/undoubtedly influential (delete as applicable) people Slughorn seemed determined to introduce him to, Harry found his attention constantly drawn to the flashes of long, red hair from across the room, everytime it caught the candlelight. It was impossible to miss, a beacon that always drew his gaze. But as always, Ginny remained just out of his reach.
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At breakfast, before the Hufflepuff match, Ginny watched Harry carefully. Sure enough, she quickly picked up the signs that he was stressed. Losing Katie was bad enough, but Ron’s (ahem) mishap and Cormac’s subsequent recruitment was significantly more concerning. It seemed like every few seconds, he’d run his fingers through his hair. Long, slender, strong fingers, oddly delicate despite the callouses from his wand and the handle of his firebolt, though why her stupid brain insisted on noticing that, she had no idea. Well okay, maybe she had a bit of an idea. But anyway, the constant agitation made his hair stick up in spiky black tufts, even more unruly than usual - which was really saying something, wasn’t it? 
Maybe it would be neater if he cut it shorter? she thought - but he wouldn’t like that, would he? Because if it was shorter, it wouldn’t flop down over his forehead, covering his scar. And, now she came to think about it, she wouldn’t like it either. There was something strangely hot about he always looked so dishevelled, like he had perennially just got out of bed. She wondered, not for the first time, whether it was as soft as it appeared? She imagined running her own fingers through it, the feeling of it against the delicate skin between her fingers and… oh crap, she didn’t just sigh out loud, did she?
“Everything okay, Ginny?” enquired Hermione, her tone solicitous, but her expression irritatingly knowing. “You look a bit… flushed.” 
“Yes, fine,” she answered, smoothly, returning Hermione’s arched eyebrow with one of her own. “Just a bit warm in here, isn’t it?”
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By the time Harry arrived at The Burrow at Easter, he knew he was in real trouble. Being in such close proximity to Ginny was… problematic. Everything about her was just so bloody attractive, and it did things to him. Case in point: when Hermione was finally persuaded to make up the numbers for two-aside Quidditch. Harry honestly didn’t expect this to be an issue - after all, he’d played Quidditch with Ginny countless times, and okay it was often a bit distracting, but this was something else. Obviously, her lips didn’t help, pink and slightly parted as she concentrated on stealing the quaffle from under his nose, but the main difference was the way she was dressed, in the unseasonably warm weather. Those  unnecessarily short shorts, and the way her t-shirt stretched over her chest… well, anyway. He needed something else to focus on, and fast. Ron! Yes, genius. Thinking of Ron, instant mood killer. Ron with his ginger hair. It was the exact same shade as Ginny’s ginger hair, wasn’t it? Ron’s ginger hair, which was cut short, and not at all like Ginny’s which was long and thick and shiny, and currently braided into a thick plait, hanging down her back towards… Oh Merlin! This isn’t helping AT ALL! 
“Harry! Look out!”
Unfortunately, Hermione’s warning came way too late, but at least sorting out the minor cuts and bruises from his collision with the tree branch and subsequent tumble to the ground gave him something else to think about. 
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The moment they stepped through the portrait hole, Harry pressed her against the wall, his mouth on hers. With only a moment of hesitation, Ginny allowed her hands to slip up his back, feeling his shoulders tense at her touch, before sliding them through his hair. 
Yeah, I was right, she thought to herself, it really is as soft as it looks.
After that, she really didn’t do much in the way of thinking at all.
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bythepen98 · 8 months
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Dramione ||💚❤️️
(8th year) How I view their dynamic
They grow to like each other after being forced to work together for a several month long project
They love to banter and are often seen spending time together in the library or walking hand-in-hand by the lake
smart Draco. Hermione enjoys researching and debating with him
They still fight ofc. It can be explosive
but they make sure not to leave it brewing for too long to affect their relationship
The type of couple who'll peck each other on the lips before storming off in separate directions after an argument lol
They hug each other extra hard once they make up, probably even cry a bit.
The whole school breathes a sigh of relief now that they don't have to deal with an irate Hermione and a sulky Draco patrolling the halls and taking away everyone's points for the littlest thing.
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moonlightdancer26 · 1 year
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Me when I remember that Snape would’ve not only been much happier in life but would have so many less tiring debates about him if he had just remained a loyal Death Eater instead of defecting and sacrificing himself for a world that hated him while getting nothing in return:
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chiropteracupola · 8 months
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sing me silence, my soldier / sing us gently into death...
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majortomwaits · 4 months
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my top 9 2023 watches, tagged by @wutheringdyke (thank you, dear!!)
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Olivia in her Variety article just a few days ago:
“I say this as someone who is such an admirer of his work. His process was not conducive to the ethos that I demand in my productions. He has a process that, in some ways, seems to require a combative energy, and I don’t personally believe that is conducive to the best performances. I believe that creating a safe, trusting environment is the best way to get people to do their best work. Ultimately, my responsibility is to the production and to the cast to protect them. That was my job,” Wilde said.
Olivia when Shia quit:
“I feel like I’m not ready to give up on this yet, and I too am heartbroken and I want to figure this out,” she says in the video. “You know, I think this might be a bit of a wake-up call for Miss Flo, and I want to know if you’re open to giving this a shot with me, with us. If she really commits, if she really puts her mind and heart into it at this point and if you guys can make peace — and I respect your point of view, I respect hers — but if you guys can do it, what do you think? Is there hope? Will you let me know?”
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t4tails · 5 months
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I think what bothers me the most about people being like: "Harry and Kim adopt Cuno and they all live happily as cops." is like... did you play the fucking game? Like, what was the reason Harry went bonkers? What was the reason Harry and Kim are so alienated from everyone? Like what is the fucking common denominator between Harry and Kim being such fucking depressive losers that absolutely nobody likes or wants in their lives?
Like, I get it cuz that's the way the game ends but like... it's literally a fucking basic math to know that the only way for Harry and Kim to get out is to stop being cops. They literally destroyed their lives by being cops and just in the moments in Martineise when they weren't cops they found shut that they had never found.
Cuz like... if you play the more... destructive ways for Harry to be? You can finish the game easily and Kim will still follow you and talk greatly about you, Harry and Kim can both sink in very much willingly in the life of cops to meet the end they have had walked to since they joined the force.
well you see these people dont actually play the game they just see communism jokes, gay men, and possible quote unquote found family and then black out. when they wake up two months later theyve drawn harry du bois as attractive and still dont know who klaasje is
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larrylimericks · 2 years
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People destined to meet will do so (Some by chance on reality shows) At just the right moment— Soulmates from opponents, Matched “next to you” from the word go.
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2tiedships2 · 1 year
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14 Days of Harry || Day 1: Harry through the years
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jiilys · 2 years
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“Where’ve you been?” Ginny demanded, leaning against outside the cottage holding a cigarette, hair shifting in the wind. 
“Sorry, briefing ran forever.” 
“You are not forgiven.” 
He eyed the cigarette, “What are you doing out here?”  
“Everyone thought I should come out here to make sure you wouldn’t get lost.” 
Harry, who had been to Bill and Fleur’s a hundred times and memorably hidden during the quite-recent war, gave her a look. “What did you do?” 
“It’s hell in there.” 
“It can’t be that bad.” 
“Three people have asked me when our baby’s due” 
“What?” 
“Apparently all of Fleur’s friend’s read the prophet, and there was that bit about me being pregnant last week. Everyone’s taken it to heart.” Ginny looked at him, took a drag, “Don’t worry, I said you weren’t the father.” 
Harry couldn’t help laughing, “Bet your mother loved that.” 
“That was around the time I was asked to come see where you were.” 
“You are not making me excited to go in there.” 
“Oh please, you’ll be fine, they all love you. Chosen one.” 
“Yeah, but I can’t keep coasting on that forever.” 
“True,” Ginny sighed, “but at least right now it’s working for you. If I was pregnant at least I’d have something to say to Fleur’s mother”
“You make me so nervous.”
Ginny grinned, flash of teeth, “I bet. How was the briefing?” 
“Boring, wished I was here, actually.” 
“Freak.” 
“Yeah, but mainly to meet the guy you’re having this kid with.” 
Grinned again, “You just missed him. He got here early, actually, Helped set up the gift table and everything.” 
“Wow, maybe you should start going out with him”
“Eh, can’t” she hit ash over onto the concrete, eyes rolling “I’ve been mad on the same guy for ages” 
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Right git. Late to everything.” 
He grinned, the middle of him glowing. “Ginny!” Mrs Weasley’s voice, still not Molly after all this time, coming from the hallway. Ginny threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with her foot in half a second. The doorway was suddenly full of Mrs Weasley, with one of Fleur’s friends in tow, “Honestly wher– Oh, Harry!” 
Seeing an ember out of the corner of his eye, Harry covered it with his shoe. “Hi.” 
“When did you get here! Come in, come in!” She bustled over to them, “Why does it smell like smoke out here?”
“Oh, Harry just came back from slaying a dragon,” Ginny said casually, and Fleur’s friend looked around, alarmed. Harry, luminous, rubbed his upper lip but couldn’t hide the laugh. 
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trophywifejimgordon · 8 months
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not shipping, exactly, except that it is, but... goodsir/hickey works so well for me. what if there were these two characters who were foils. and, what if they both started out as minor players against an initial drama of wardroom officers who eclipse the sun?
goodsir is a surgeon, not a doctor, and an assistant surgeon at that, while hickey is a lowly caulker's mate; they both go unseen, and they both want to go unseen, until circumstances make that impossible for the people that they are--goodsir becomes the only one left, the last doctor, while hickey's dubious survival instincts kick in for him and he starts to do what he thinks it takes to survive. and then they're thrust onto this greater stage with everyone who ever overlooked them, but once there, they see each other.
goodsir sees through hickey's flattery and guileful presentation the first time it's turned on him, and he doesn't even bother to conceal it. hickey looks at goodsir and immediately clocks his potential, or at least his usefulness. and... there's a kind of peace in all that. what if there was a kind surgeon in this unkind world, and he found the one person who didn't expect or want that kindness to translate into subservient niceness? what if there was a man who was less a man than a collection of stolen traits and careful deceptions, and he found the one person who could see through all of them? at the very least, one imagines it might be freeing.
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dark-elf-writes · 4 months
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My problem is that I think of really great plot twists/reveals/gut wrenching horrible moments full of pain that happen like waaaaaay down the line of a story and nothing for the beginning middle or end and I want nothing more than to talk about it because it’s literally so wonderful but also it’s literally the biggest spoiler for when I actually write it.
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woahkana · 1 year
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[Meghan] I just really wanted the music to be fun even our first dance a land of a thousand dances that was our first dance it was just so fun it was spinning like a whirlwind it was so great. 
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