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i just like drawing them being best friends
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Falling in Love with Your Sworn Enemy
used this book as a base and this illustration as reference
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this trend is soo funny here is my contribution
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A reminder that Jazwares CEO - the company behind toy brands like Kellytoy, Squishmallows, Bum Bumz, Hello Kitty, Pokemon (in North America), Nerf, and many others - is a staunch supporter of Israel, with half of their recent intern cohort from Reichman University being called back to fight in the IOF. Not only this, but he and his wife Laura are working with the organization known as Brothers For Life that gives aid to Israeli soldiers, as well as supporting the infamous Canary Mission, which is responsible for doxxing pro-Palestinian students.
Buying new Jazwares products is going towards a CEO who supports genocide, please continue to boycott Jazwares brands and seek out alternative brands or strictly buy from secondhand sources when looking for new gifts for yourself or your loved ones. Do not continue to put money in Jazwares's pockets.
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rise & fall
[ for @microficmay day 10. drarry | rating: t | word count: 122 | part 8 | part 1 here ♡⋆˙ ]
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On the stairs, Harry takes his hand, and they ascend toward the instructors’ quarters together, full and sluggish. As they reach their hall, Harry tugs Draco closer. “Come to bed with me.”
Draco grins. “I’d be of very little use at present. Believe it or not, Potter, I am actually tired.”
Harry shakes his head. “You’re a warm body, aren’t you? We can sleep.” He tugs him towards his room, and Draco goes willingly.
They go through the motions of bedtime— teeth brushed, faces washed. Harry dresses down to his pants, and Draco snags a pair of cotton pajama bottoms from his armoire.
They fall into bed, shuffling under the covers, pressed loosely together, bare-chested, breathing easily, a steady rise and fall.
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1. Create
Grimmauld Place is just that - grim and old - for years. But then Draco moves in, bringing light and joy, at first noticeable only as an aura around him but soon seeming to spread from room to room, floor to floor, pushing back the darkness and making the house a home.
For day one of @microficmay
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flare
The jealousy surprises him, when it twists in his gut. Potter is walking arm in arm with someone Draco doesn’t know. He’s felt this sensation before, when Potter laid claim to the things that were meant to be Draco’s, a broom or a higher mark or a morsel of glory. Acridity and burning at the back of his throat.
This is different.
Potter doesn't have something Draco wants. Potter is the thing Draco wants.
@microficmay day 6, drarry, 74 words
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Draco!!!!!!!!!!!
I especially love the part with the mouth in this drawing🤭 - idk why but i found it so pretty!💋💋💋
Anyway hope you like it and i actually dont have any ideas who those hands could belong to lol🤡
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Until Next Time | E | 9.8k | Charlie Weasley/Harry Potter
A visit to the Burrow during the summer heatwave is sure to make Harry hot and bothered.
It doesn't help that Charlie's there, too.
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, POV Harry Potter, Hot Charlie Weasley, Charlie Weasley is a shameless flirt, Harry Potter is having a Horny Crisis, So Many Sausages, Slutty Fingers, Harry Potter Faints When Horny, Anal Sex, Blowjobs, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Finger Sucking, Dry Humping, Tattoos, Sexy Kneading, Inappropriate Erections
He should absolutely ignore the incessant mental image of his tongue trailing up the inside of Charlie’s thigh, wrapping around his spit-soaked cock. He really, really should. But he won’t. Instead, he slips a hand under the waistband of his shorts, just to soothe himself, to take the edge off. Then he curls his fingers around the base of it and allows himself the grace of a stroke, or two… or three. Just to silence the filthy, fucked-up mental image of shagging his best friend's brother.
*this is not a brand new fic, this was published 3 months ago, I'm just incredibly slow at promoting my own writing on tumblr
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decision
“The way I see it, we have two options.”
Malfoy is ignoring him, pretending to read the specials on the cafe board.
“We can pretend it didn’t happen, and–”
“That. I pick that one.”
Harry exhales through his teeth. “I lied. That’s not an option. It did happen, Malfoy. It changes things.”
for @microficmay day 4, 52 words, drarry
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Harry in imminent danger of a brutal death: ok first things first. let's check out exactly how tall draco is. and gotta get one last look at that amazing hair too.
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Fandom PSAs
Dont’ Like, Don’t Read
or DL; DR
- You are responsible for curating your own online experience.
- If something upsets you, makes you angry or queasy or triggers you, stop reading/looking at it. Avoid things that might make you feel that way.
- Learn to use the Sort and Filter function on AO3, especially the Exclude tools.
- On social media, block and mute accounts / tags / words when necessary.
- If you hated something, you don’t need to tell that to the creator or start pointing fingers at them publicly.
- The Back button is free. Use it.
Addendum:
Yes, for this to work, creators need to tag their works accordingly, so that people know what sort of content they are about to engage with and can nope out if necessary.
I will probably make another PSA about the importance of proper tagging later.
Ship And Let Ship
or SALS
- You are allowed to ship whatever you want.
- Everyone else is also allowed to ship whatever they want.
- You are entitled to dislike or even hate a ship. If you want to do this online, in public, don’t use the ship tags for hate posts.
- If you see someone posting about a ship they like and you don’t, there is no need for you to start arguing with them in their replies / comments / QRTs / reblogs. Don’t throw your hate in their face.
- Do not harass fan creators or fans for shipping something you disapprove.
- All of this also applies to liking / disliking an individual character.
Addendum:
”I agree with this, except when…”
No, then you are NOT agreeing with this.
Let me make this VERY clear. There are NO exceptions. None.
You don’t EVER harass real people over pixels.
If you disagree with this, kindly block and move on.
Your Kink Is Not My Kink
or YKINMK / YKINMKATO
- The longer version is ”Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That’s Okay”.
- People have different tastes. Not everything is for everybody.
- Even if you don’t like a specific kink, other people are still allowed to use it in their creations.
- You are entitled to dislike kinky content and think that it’s ”weird”.
- Don’t kink shame or judge people based on their kinks.
- This goes both ways: your kink is not someone else’s kink, so don’t push it onto those who are not into it.
Be Kind
or Don’t Be An Asshole
- Focus on the things you like instead of the things you hate.
- Create and unite instead of destroying and dividing.
- Don’t harass real people over fictional things.
- Stop stirring up petty drama just to get some attention on social media.
- Stop trying to ”win”. Fandom is not a competition.
- Remember that your own experiences aren’t universally shared. Your perception of things can differ from someone else’s, but that doesn’t mean either of you is necessarily wrong.
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Valentine’s Day, 8th year 💖
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On Midnights Like This
CW: discussion of fire, mention of a canon death
Draco likes to light candles the Muggle way. There's something satisfying in striking a match against the roughened side of the box; sometimes, over and over until it sparks.
He thought it could be too much for him, the first time he tried to light a candle as an adult. He was worried he might be reminded instantly of Crabbe's screams; of his own fingers slipping as he climbed up piles of furniture to escape the Fiendfyre; of Harry nearly falling off his own broom to pull Draco to safety.
But he loves candles. He loves the sound and smell of crackling wood in the fireplace. And he loves that some small comforts are still his; that there were some things the War didn't take away.
The War took so much—from all of us, Harry likes to say, but I'm glad we found each other on the other side.
Draco always blushes when Harry acknowledges it—the improbability of them. He still doesn't know how to carry his remorse without letting it consume him entirely. There are times—like now, like tonight—when he watches Harry sleep next to him and feels guilty for getting to love him and be loved in return.
It's gotten easier, after more than two years, to believe Harry when he says he's allowed to forgive himself; to be happy.
But then there are nights like this. And all he can do to quiet his mind is light a candle and watch the flame flicker against the darkness.
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final attempt and if he's still not pretty, I shall simply accept that I cannot draw fisheye y2k draco 😤
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create
It’s something he looks forward to every week now: stopping by Draco's potions lab to deliver ingredients cultivated in the greenhouse. He loves watching the colours swirl in their cauldrons, fluorescent and sparkling. He loves the sounds of Draco’s magic moving through them: sometimes rough and scraping like crunchy gravel, sometimes joyfully splashing like water in a rushing stream. Today, Draco’s creation is a vibrant aquamarine. Some of it has gotten on his robes. It’s probably the most beautiful colour yet, but Harry’s not looking at the potion. He’s having trouble looking away from Draco’s hands. “What's this one for?” he asks, after it finally occurs to him he’s been staring. Draco starts, like he forgot Harry was there. When he meets Harry’s eyes, his cheeks have gone pink with a blush. “This one is … it’s for you, actually.” “For me?” Harry repeats, shocked. “To help you sleep.” Draco's eyes drop back down to the cauldron. “You mentioned the Dreamless wasn’t working anymore.” That had been almost two months ago. “Oh,” Harry says, and a dam breaks in his chest. “It’s not ready yet,” Draco adds quickly. “That’s fine.” Harry stares at the line of Draco’s neck, pale skin turned blue by the reflected light, and imagines how soft it would feel under his lips. “I can wait.”
for day 1 of @microficmay, 219 words. thank you @sleepstxtic for the lovely speedy beta-read