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"Of all the bloody stupid things — so I'm not allowed to touch anyone then?"

"Well, I've broken it down to the one you love most," Granger states, matter-of-factly, flipping through pages of parchment covered in neat writing. "Might have to go around touching people so we can break it."

"You want me to just start touching everyone to figure this out?" Draco crosses his arms over his chest and sneers.

"She's not saying to molest anyone, Malfoy, just to give a simple handshake or brush fingertips." Potter says simply, sitting with his head in his hand looking bored. The pages Potter is turning in the giant tome in front of him are crinkling; the noise grating Draco's ears and nerves.

He leans over where Potter is sitting, hand creeping to stop the abhorrent turning of the book's pages.

"Think a punch to the jaw could do the trick — just to get you out of the way? You know, two birds, one stone and all that?"

Potter looks up and holds Draco's gaze and smirks. Draco wants to smack it off his face.

"How about a handshake? We never have given each other a proper introduction." Potter says mockingly, eyes narrowed and Draco watches him stand and put a hand out to shake.

Draco grabs Potter's hand harshly, wanting to squeeze until Potter's bones break — but the pain ricochets through his arm as soon as his fingers brush Potter's skin. He cries out and pulls his hand away, clutching the throbbing appendage close to his chest.

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A Halo of Fairy Orbs by the AMAZING @penguinanimagus

Go check out this phenomenal story written for HD Wireless 2021

Summary:

Draco Malfoy has been dead for fifteen years, but the Black Family tapestry doesn’t seem to agree. Upon returning from long years abroad, Harry discovers that his old rival might still be alive, and his rekindled obsession leads him to Malfoy Manor. There’s a mystery to solve, and Harry is chasing a thrill he hasn’t felt since sixth year.

“We don’t have to pretend anymore.” “Yes. Yes, we do.”

“I should’ve been there for you.” “But you weren’t.”

“Do you still love me?” “I don’t know anymore.”

“I don’t want this to be the last time.”

“I don’t want to see you hurt.” “But you hurt me.”

“Please don’t let me lose you.” “You never had me in the first place.”

“I won’t forget you, but I can’t forgive you.”

“You’ve changed.” “We’re supposed to.”

“I’m only human”

"Who have you become? I don't know you anymore."

"You promised to wait for me. But you left me behind. Again.”

"I don't want us to be strangers again."

“There’s nothing wrong with falling in love.”

“Why can’t you just let this go.”

I'm not gonna be disappointed if it doesn't turn out how I want plus I'm not going to fast forward and skip through large parts of it to find out what happens, which I'm embarrassed that I do I just don't have the patience

Is that just a me thing or do other people do that too? Is that an adhd thing?

I just do way better watching things if I already know the entire synopsis and can predict kinda when things will happen like landmarks in a movie that help me through

so what did i do? I spoilered it. I said “hey this kid runs into some monsters that are gonna try to eat him, and then they chase him and it’s very suspenseful. You think that would be too scary?”

She considered it. “Do they eat him in the end?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“Then no,” she said. And then, when we were about to hit the Big Reveal that this person who had helped him was secretly actually a man-eating monster, she lit up and was like “IS THIS WHEN IT HAPPENS” and I was like “SHH yes!” and she was like “AHH YEAH” and loved it.

I don’t think spoilers are just for kids, though. I’m now so Tired of conventional media’s endless race for The More Shocking Ending that I refuse to watch shit when I don’t know how it’s going to end. It’s not that I don’t have the emotional resilience to handle unexpected things (well, sometimes I don’t, honestly, and have no shame about that), it’s that if the unexpected thing is the “fuck you if you liked these characters ha ha ha!” plot twist, I just don’t have the time to invest in your fictional world. If you can’t respect me as an audience then I have other shit to do with my time.

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trans women are real women

Non-binary people are valid.

Draco: I think that's a terrible idea

Harry: Why? I bake really well, you say so!

Draco: You'd give breads for free if the clients are too nice

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

My Mom: no, I’m ugly. The ugliest. I’m a horrible pig of a person

Other people: (to me) you look just like your mom

Me: so I’m ugly

Now:

My 9 year old: mom you’re beautiful

Me: thank you! I don’t always see it very well in myself though because my brain lies to me a lot and tells me I’m ugly even though I’m not. But I can’t be ugly because we look a lot alike and you’re beautiful. My brain is just a bully 

My kid: that’s right! We’re BOTH beautiful!

​Me:​ yes we are!​​​

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And that my friends is called thinking about how your self depricating words can hurt other people around you. I can’t see that I’m beautiful most of the time but I can acknowledge that the issue is my ability to see myself in a positive way. 

But calling myself ugly just hurts the people who love me. It could even convince my kid that they are also ugly and further the cycle 

Me, internally: ouch

Me, out loud: “well, yeah! Because I am chubby! But also because I grew TWO WHOLE BABIES in it, and that stretched it out a bit!”

My daughter, in the most encouraging tone possible as she reaches up and pets my belly: “it did SUCH a good job.”