My heartstrings are tugging on my soul, they’re telling it I can’t live without you.

The man-free sanctuary will offer up a range of typical beauty services such as hair, waxing, facials and manicures and pedicures, while providing unique services like henna and halal nails and eyebrow shaping.

Quhshi also noted that while Le’Jemalik was created with Muslims in mind, “women of all faiths, races, and ethnicities” are welcome.

This store is in Brooklyn, please support if you can; this is such a huge need for us muslim women.

It’s so pretty too 🥰

For anyone wondering: Someone in the notes said they contacted the salon and yes it is trans women friendly

reblogging again for the last addition: TRANS FRIENDLY MY BABIES

hands (gay subtext)

i dream about you.

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ron weasley.

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Oh, Draco… 🙃

Dangerous Heart

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

Harry could hear the shouting and the sound of feet thundering after him. He couldn’t go home, that would lead them right to his only safe-haven. He could go to the Dursleys, that would serve them right, but that would mean actually seeing his ‘family’ and nothing was worth that kind of torture.

“Potter!”

Harry winced as he looked over his shoulder. He couldn’t see them, but the yelling was loud enough that bystanders were looking at him in alarm. He never should have given them his real surname.

“Hey!” The whisper yell almost had him tripping over his feet. “You can hide here.”

Harry looked up to see someone, the face was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. The man was standing at the entry to a boarded-up storefront that hadn’t been used in years.

Indecision was strong but the sound of feet coming closer made up his mind.

“Okay.”

One foot closer to the guy and the polite smile on his face changed into a smirk and alarm bells went off in Harry’s mind.

A flash of a memory had him stilling briefly.

‘I heard you have liquid G.’

‘Depends on who told you.’

Shit.

An outstretched hand had Harry jumping backwards into an older woman who began yelling at him immediately. He tried to apologize but his mind was too distracted to do it justice. He knew that guy.

“Looks like you ripped off the wrong person,” The man jeered, eyes glancing toward where the yelling of his name was still coming from.

Harry was smart, he knew that, but he never could get rid of the ability to make things worse.

“How’s the cough?” Harry taunted, grinning when the guy’s hands clenched. It had been so easy to pass off cough syrup as liquid ecstasy when the other person had no clue what they were looking for.

“Why you—”

Harry didn’t stick around to witness the man’s anger or words, he jumped over a bin and kept running. The delay hadn’t worked to his advantage, as he looked over his shoulder, he could see the gang of guys still chasing him.

Fuck.

What was he supposed to do now?

Harry tried to throw them off by taking random turns but ended up hitting an alley.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry swore, his breathing increasing in tempo to match the sound of running he could hear.

He needed to leave, needed to get out of there and he needed somewhere safe. Somewhere where no one wanted to hurt him, somewhere where he could relax.

Harry needed somewhere.

When his hands started to shake, Harry didn’t think much of it, his whole body was shaking, and it was probably from the adrenaline. But as he looked down at his hands, he jumped in shock.

Yellow light.

Yellow light was surrounding his hands and he wasn’t sure what it was. Oh, logically his mind understood. The years of dreams, flashing lights, whispered Latin words and Uncle Vernon’s insistence that magic was a figment of his imagination and nothing more all led up to this.

Magic wasn’t real.

The Dursley’s said so.

But…

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this needs 1000000 notes rn i dont make the rules sorry

they look........ ethereal.......

happy hogwarts battle day! friendly reminder that tom felton improvised this scene. it wasn’t in a single script. he did that for us. gay icon

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I’ve re-read the prisoner of Azkban for the 5421665423578 time and every time Is like the first. I decided to make a comic about this part of chapter 12 (The Patronus) because with a few phrases I really feel Harry and Remus sadness an the emotion about the loss of James (and Lily as well). I can’t image how difficult it must have been for Remus not to be able to tell Harry everything. So, here it is a full-of-feels mini comic! Sorry, i’m getting emotional lately!

one of my favourite things about drarry is the difference in the way they dress

draco is from a rich pure-blood family that can afford the most fancy and trendy clothes there are, while harry had to dress in his muggle relatives’ old clothes that were way too big for him. harry didn’t know anything about fashion because he never got the chance to learn about it

and then he got together with the Most Fashionable Gay out there. draco would make harry dress like a GOD