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Happy Birthday to the lovely @faerieflightz !! Your fic, For the Fallen , is just awesome.
I had lots of fun writing this drabble. Hope your birthday is a good one 💜💜🎂🍸🍷🍹
Tagging people who might be interested:
Dreams (continued under the cut, or on ffNet ).
Lucius dreams of a woman and longs to know her. His lover Severus, dreams of the same woman. Hermione is perfectly agreeable to know them both.
- Magical AU
- Alternate World(s)
- No Voldemort
- Lucius / Severus / Hermione
- Feels
Thank you @disillusionist9 for alpha reading this fic for me!
Dreams
When he was a little boy, he dreamt about a girl with eyes the color of honey. She smiled sweetly and laughed loudly. He wanted to meet her one day, but Lucius’ parents told him dreams were just that – dreams.
Toys and books filled his days, and he forgot about the girl from his dreams.
Months would pass until he dreamt of her again. She lived during those moments.
~ o ~ o ~
Lucius played with other children, but none of the girls he met had hair the color of cinnamon, long locks which twisted like tendrils of smoke.
Anonymous asked:
Hi sorry in advance if this isn't okay to ask, but I saw that you and Shaya were having a conversation about the awkwardness of people saying "I'm sorry" to you when you tell them your story. What would be a more appropriate/better reaction (i.e. what should someone say in response rather than 'I'm sorry')? I'm wondering because if someone told me their story, I think my immediate reaction would be to say 'I'm so sorry' but I don't want to make the situation worse unintentionally.
Honestly, I’m not sure. The “I’m Sorry” conundrum is always going to be awkward (because we’re discussing something that happened to me that was bad, but hearing “I’m sorry” tends to put the person hearing those words automatically in the position of reassuring the person that is sorry; I know it’s not something people intend to do, and it’s more of an annoying social construct than it is you being rude or selfish or anything), because you are going to naturally feel bad and want to convey that to me so that I don’t think you’re some sort of psycho or jerk.
Sometimes, I’ve heard “I’m sorry” and I start to say (just automatically) “It’s okay” – which obviously is wrong, because it’s not okay. Sometimes I’ll catch myself and say something else, like, “Don’t feel sorry, it’s not your fault,” which makes it more awkward for both of us, because now you’re going to feel compelled to say that you know it’s not your fault but you still feel bad, and I’m going to have to explain that yes, I knew what you meant, etc etc.
The problem with “I’m sorry” is that it’s a polite sentiment that requires a polite returning sentiment in every-day society. But as the situation does not leave me feeling very polite (not because of you, but because of what happened), finding a polite sentiment becomes difficult. Saying “Thanks” or anything similar sounds dismissive of your sympathy.
I think probably my favorite reaction to my confession was to someone I consider still to be a very close friend. He’s gay, he’s a Marine, and I love him deeply on a platonic level. And when I told him, he was like “What the fuck? I would fucking kill them right now if I could” and he just raged for a couple of seconds. He ALSO said he was sorry that happened to me, after his immediate and visceral reaction of fury, and for some reason the apology felt more natural after he’d basically threatened to gut the rapists with his bare hands – it felt more like raw empathy than the usual shocked, POLITE response.
I think a lot of people, when faced with a story like this, tend to be very surprised and don’t emote very much. They tend to freeze up, their faces are less animated, and as a result their “sorry” tends to sound very forced or weak.
And I know that isn’t the intent, but me knowing that doesn’t change how I perceive it on a base level.
Someone else I told – a girlfriend – had that shocked reaction. She just kind of stared at me for a long moment, and I could see that she was struggling to kind of keep it together for me (I think she wanted to cry), because she thought it was her job to stay strong for me while I was vulnerable. She was a very type-A personality, and hated when things fell out of her control. Her response, when she was able to speak, was, “Is there anything I can do for you?”
I like that a lot, too, because I knew it came from a place of sincerity. “I’m sorry” can kind of feel like someone’s trying to put a band-aid on a gunshot wound – it can feel a little like someone is just trying to make the situation pass quicker so they can stop thinking about uncomfortable things. Her reaction was genuine to her because while she was sorry and angry, first and foremost she wanted to see if there was an actual checklist of shit she could do for me to make the world a little better. That was her M.O. in general – when she encountered a problem, she made lists and attacked said problems systematically. It was her way of coping – she never wasted time with trite words like “I’m sorry” when there was something she could DO about it.
So I think, ultimately, you have to do what feels right for you. And I think the problem with “I’m sorry” is that when a person says it in response to a trauma like rape, it comes across as very stiff and insincere because there’s a deeper, more visceral response you’re ignoring so that you can be polite. It feels like the apology is part of a script you’re trying to adhere to, rather than reacting naturally.
There’s no catch-all response that everyone can use when faced with a story like that, because if you try and rehearse something that isn’t what you really feel in the moment, it’s always going to sound fake, and we’re going to perceive that. I think the best sort of reaction is one that’s real and appropriate for you as a person – even if you think that you have to react a certain way for my sake, forcing yourself to act differently than how you feel is exactly what makes the situation so awkward for someone like me, because it’s what drives me to drop my own feelings and rush to reassure you. If what you’re hearing makes you angry, say so. If it makes you sad, cry. If it makes you want to hug someone, ask them if it’s okay if you hug them, and if they agree – hug them.
Just act naturally. The most important aspect of your response is your sincerity in delivering it.
shayalonnie
^^^^^
I once told someone about my horrific past, and they said "wow that's fucking shitty, but thanks for telling me." It was like a bombshell cuz I felt like I wasn't burdening them and that they appreciated how hard it was to talk about. Best response ever.
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→ [nightshade;
secrets can’t stay buried forever]
Iris had expected a surging conflagration of nightmares as soon as her eyes had slid shut; sloshing rivers of blood, steeply twisting rapids and noxious red froth bubbling up against a pebbled shoreline, her dad’s vacant gaze and her mom’s missing hand and the harrowing, haunting awareness of the monsters under the bed, in the closet, slavering canines and venomous claws and screams, screaming, piercing and potent, a paring knife slashing at her vocal chords and a fever-hot iron poker drilling holes into the meat of her lungs and there, there, a blurry-faced stranger with an exaggerated, starch-stiff Victorian collar and wavy close-cropped hair like spun gold and elegant fingers, pianist fingers, wrapped with soft, almost sensuous affection around the skinny wicker handle of a butterfly net—
And the nightmares come.
Of course the nightmares come.
But they don’t look like that.
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me: god, i've been writing for hours
word counter: 283 words
me: BULLSHIT
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Thanks to @drsallysparrow for the tag!
Rules: Tag 20 followers you want to know better
Tagging: I have no idea, literally. mmm @cre8tivelymundane @ahsi2 anyone who wants to do it, honestly.
Nicknames: Tweemy (which is something my best friend calls me because I call her tweety) and that’s it. I genuinely don’t care for having my real name shortened.
Gender: Female
Star Sign: Aries
Height: 1.73 cm (I have no idea how much this is in any other measurements
Hogwarts House: if that hat made its way on my head, I would be a Hufflepuff, I think. but there is something very Slytherin that wakes up from time to time in me.
Favourite Colour: Blue
Time Right Now: 2:12 pm
Average Hours of Sleep: I’m very inconsistent. I could sleep 2 hours one night. Then sleep over ten to recuperate. I can function pretty well on 5, but it rarely happens.
Lucky Number: I don’t have one? Though 21 happened to be pretty lucky here and there
Last Thing I Googled: bus schedule
Favourite Fictional Character: Well, mmm, you see, ugh. Matilda (from Matilda), Jane Eyre, Elizabeth Bennet - ok, fine, also Darcy - Rudy from The Book Thief, Percy Jackson, this is getting very long, don’t make me choose between my children, ugh
Blankets I Sleep With: only a blue one with dolphins that I had since I was 13 but I love it, ok, don’t judge me
Favourite Bands/Artists: huh. Lana del Rey, Melanie Martinez, Troye Sivan, Simple Plan, The Pretty Reckless, The Arctic Monkeys, Avicii, Taylor Swift, to be fair, a lot of people are one hit wonders for me as in, I love one song but I won’t be motivated to listen to the rest e.g. Here by Alessia Cara
Dream trip: Italy. Venice, if I have to be precise.
Dream Job: Librarian / Writer
What I’m Wearing Right Now: yes, fine, pajamas, it’s not a productive day.
When Did I Make This Blog: last year in September or October. I think
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Posts: 2011. Tumblr sucks life out of life, I swear.
When Did Your Blog Reach Its Peak: I have no idea what you mean, okay?
Do You Get Asked On A Daily Basis: Oh, no, sweety, me not famous. me loner. me introvert.
Why Did You Choose Your URL: so, Carmine Duvale is my username on ff.net. But I came up with the name for an original fiction I wrote when I was thirteen for one of my lamest characters. I kept it do this day to remind myself to think things through, okay?
Thanks for the tag!! I totally just did this! It's amazing how fast these things go around.
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i want to know more about charlie weasley’s friends. who the hell agrees to SMUGGLE A DRAGON across international borders on two days notice? who are these people that are willing to accept a dragon in a crate from a couple of small children, no questions asked? i need to know more, tell me about the antics of these mysterious flying dragon smugglers.
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me: i just want my ocs to be happy for once
friend: you’re their creator. you literally have the power to just let them be happy
me: ✔ Seen 8:57
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Archipelago
Pairing: Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger aka fleurmione
Written for: The Rairpairsnet Monthly Challenge
Words: ~1400
I mean??? Fleurmione??? I was gonna write Daphne x Hermione but it just wasn’t happening so Fleurmione it is whoops
She does the precise opposite of what everyone expects her to do, and it contradicts her entire history of logical decisions and responsible actions, of follow-through, in one fell swoop.
The war is hardly over and she is packing and this time it is just one rucksack. A plain bag that sits comfortably around her shoulders and rests snuggly against her lower back. It has the bare necessities; she refuses to take even one single book after a year on the run with an entire library that, made weightless by magic or not, had slowly but surely crushed her under their weight, compressed the disks of her spine until the atoms just simply could not be forced any closer together. Her chest felt bound, her ribs a container too small for her organs, for her heart and it was breathtaking and painstaking and it was crippling, crippling, crippling.
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Everyone lives au where Fleur and Sirius talk shit about their werewolf husbands in french
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Anonymous asked:
# 1 !! I love your blog 💕
1. “Marry me.”
“Granger… I–” Draco stopped himself and sighed in frustration. He couldn’t use her last name then. “Hermione, I think we should talk.” He grimaced and shook his head once. No, that sounded too serious.
This is serious you dolt, he thought.
“Hermione. Marry me.” He stared at himself in the mirror, practicing the smile he would give to accompany those words. “Marry me,” he tried again in a different tone, then his shoulders sagged. “Doesn’t bloody sound right,” he muttered and leaned over the sink to splash some water on his face. He’d just come out of the shower, reasoning that he best be absolutely immaculate for the day that would change his life – hopefully – for the best.
He stood up straight again, his hands braced on the marble counter in the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror and glared at his hair. It never looked nice after coming out of the shower, even though Hermione loved to run her fingers through it and spike it up in a ridiculous fashion. If it were any other person he’d tell them to shove off, but he loved the way she smiled when she did it, and the wrinkle she got in her nose when she laughed, seeing him with his hair in all directions.
“Marry me?” He tried again, this time as a question, rather than a demand. He cocked his head to the side… It worked better… “Hermione? I’d like to ask you a questio– No. Eugh,” he huffed and stood up straight, eyeing himself in the mirror. He was stark naked (and did give himself the once over in the mirror – why wouldn’t he?) and practiced his stance. Shoulders back, confident… He could do it.
“Hermione? Marry me. Make me the happiest man out,” he tried again.
“What?”
His eyes widened and he spun to the door, almost slipping on the damp floor. There stood Hermione in her old tattered pyjamas, hair an absolute birds nest, eyes still puffy from sleep…
“I… Uh… Well, you see…” He stammered, trying to come up with something.
“Why were you saying that?” She asked, her own eyes widening. “You… You want me to…”
He bit the inside of his cheek and then got down on one knee.
In the bathroom.
Naked.
Without a ring.
“Marry me?”
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someone suggested that I should start a portrait series for HP characters, so here’s Harry
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Draco’s Birthday: In Which He Eats Cake Off Harry & Teaches His Husband Proper Respect
“Mmm, delicious.” Draco pressed another sticky kiss against Harry’s shoulder blade, licking the flecks of frosting still clinging to his skin. “You make the best plate. I should eat all my meals this way.”
Harry shot Draco a wry grin over his shoulder. “I’m not sure if other people would appreciate that. It’s probably frowned upon.”
Draco scoffed. “What sort of civilized society frowns upon eating off your husband’s delectable naked body?”
Harry laughed. “You’re right. Okay, let’s do this every day. Restaurants will love us. And I’m sure our friends will thank us for a revolutionary dining experience.”
Draco smacked Harry’s arse lightly. “Cheeky bastard.”
“Sure this isn’t some misguided midlife crisis to prove to everyone that we’re still hot?”
Draco grabbed hold of Harry’s hips and flipped him onto his back, immediately covering Harry’s body with his own. Seizing Harry’s wrists, he pinned them over his head, glowering at his disrespectful husband who didn’t appreciate what a goddamn work of art he was. “How fucking dare you call me middle aged, Potter. I am still young, still hot, and I can still fuck you into the mattress until you’re screaming for mercy. Or do you need a reminder?” He rolled his hips, making Harry buck against him and moan.
“That sounds- ah- so good, but really, is it wise? I don’t- ohmygod- want you to b-break a hip or anything. Fuck. We have your, oh, your aging body to consider.”
Draco snarled, “You little brat. I think it’s high time I taught you to respect your elders.” His grip on Harry’s wrists tightened, causing Harry’s breath to hitch.
“Yes, sir,” Harry breathed, staring up at him from beneath his lashes. “Although I’ve been told that I have serious problems with authority, so it’ll probably take awhile.”
“Count on it.” Draco claimed his lips with a fierce, possessive kiss, gliding his tongue along the seam of Harry’s lips before stroking inside and tangling their tongues together. Harry melted beneath him, his relinquishment of control the best gift he could possibly offer Draco. After all this time, Harry’s implicit trust in him still made him breathless, still turned the blood in his veins to liquid fire, burning away all his residual fear and replacing it with warmth. Harry was his balm, his peace, his home.
And as he drove into Harry, pressing so close that the boundaries between their bodies seemed to blur and dissipate, his entire awareness narrowed to this moment, this man, who made everything worth it. Who brought him acceptance, who gave him a family, who made him hope for more.
Draco couldn’t imagine anything better than this.
He hadn’t even bothered making a wish on his birthday cake. After all, his greatest wish had already come true.
This, Harry, was all he’d ever need. All he’d ever wanted. He was enough and he was more. He was everything.
Happy birthday, Draco! You deserve all the sexy cake you want.
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Y’ALL.
You’ve all been so, so amazing with the reblogs and the nominations and the sweet sweet sweet messages - it’s like being permanently submerged in an avalanche of marshmallow fluff every time I open my inbox, honestly. But there are still eighteen whole days left on Nightshade’s Kindle Scout campaign, and I’d like to ask you for a tiny bit more help getting the word out about this whole situation!
- This is a website called Headtalker.
- It’s a social media focused platform for marketing that a ton of indie authors use to promote their work.
- I have a campaign going for Nightshade [that I lowkey forgot about for a few days, shhh].
- But if you have a Twitter, a Facebook, a Tumblr, et cetera; you can help me out by clicking the support button, and when I reach my minimum number of supporters - 25 - a simple post with a link to Nightshade will be auto-posted to whichever SM account you’ve chosen for your followers to see.
- You totally don’t have to do this.
- Really.
- It would be super, super nice if you did, though!
- And you’d have my eternal gratitude, as well as possible legal rights to my firstborn child should he never leave the biting stage!
- Everyone wins.
Thank you all so much!
xoxo