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I made a quiz, its 36 questions, and y’all, I play-tested this, I got feedback, I hyper-analyzed, its good. I wasn’t like, I was gonna just let hogwarts houses die but apparently y’all be like,,, not knowing what a slytherin or hufflepuff is no shade and if all these quizzes are gonna ask you this question anyways: this is it. Idiot tested. Idiot approved
take it here! or copy paste if you need to https://uquiz.com/oz0xOu
Kinda fucked up that ‘Draco’ and ‘Harry’ are acoustically so much softer than ‘Malfoy’ and ‘Potter,’ meaning that when they go from last names to first names not only is it more intimate but the sounds themselves are gentler. Anyway if anyone needs me I’ll be wallowing in my considerable agonies
Usually we imagine that true love will be intensely pleasurable and romantic, full of love and light. In truth, true love is all about work. The poet Rainer Maria Rilke wisely observed: “Like so much else, people have also misunderstood the place of love in my life, they have made it into play and pleasure because they thought that play and pleasure was more blissful than work; but there is nothing happier than work, and love, just because it is the extreme happiness, can be nothing else but work …” The essence of true love is mutual recognition – two individuals seeing each other as they really are. We all know that the usual approach is to meet someone we like and put our best self forward, or even at times a false self, one we believe will be more appealing to the person we want to attract. When our real self appears in its entirety, when the good behaviour becomes too much to maintain or the masks are taken away, disappointment comes. All too often individuals feel, after the fact – when feelings are hurt and hearts are broken – that it was a case of mistaken identity, that the loved one is a stranger. They saw what they wanted to see rather than what was really there.
True love is a different story. When it happens, individuals usually feel in touch with each other’s core identity. Embarking on such a relationship is frightening precisely because we feel there is no place to hide. We are known. All the ecstasy that we feel emerges as this love nurtures us and challenges us to grow and transform. Describing true love, Eric Butterworth writes: “True love is a peculiar kind of insight through which we see the wholeness which the person is – at the same time totally accepting the level on which he now expresses himself – without any delusion that the potential is a present reality. True love accepts the person who now is without qualifications, but with a sincere and unwavering commitment to help him achieve his goals of self-unfoldment – which we may see better than he does.” Most of the time, we think that love means just accepting the other person as they are. Who among us has not learned the hard way that we cannot change someone, mold them and make them into the ideal beloved we might want them to be. Yet when we commit to true love, we are committed to being changed, to being acted upon by the beloved in a way that enables us to be more fully self-actualised. This commitment to change is chosen. It happens by mutual agreement. Again and again in conversations the most common vision of true love I have heard shared was one that declared it to be “unconditional.” True love is unconditional, but to truly flourish it requires an ongoing commitment to constructive struggle and change.
bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions
i think love can be about the grand gestures like kissing in the rain and perfectly planned proposals but i also think it’s about smaller things, like wishing you’d known someone at thirteen or spending hours messing around and making them laugh at the cheesecake factory, or spending your best halloween ever with them, or feeling like you could write a thesis on why everyone should be in love with them, or feeling so strongly about them that you could talk about your connection for days and weeks and months and years, but being too shy to do so because it’s raw and personal and yours. it’s about knowing you’ll love someone when you meet them and being protective of them in small ways.
friendship IS romance : 1. / 2. / 3. fleabag / 4. / 5. / 6. / 7. / 8. a little life, hanya yanagihara / 9. / 10.
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“So, I know the two of you have been waiting for me to choose a best man,” Harry said. “Not really,” Hermione replied. “We know perfectly well it’s Ron.” “I will throw a fit if it’s not me,” Ron admitted. “Well, actually,” Harry started. (“Oh my god, he’s going to choose Neville. Hold me, Hermione,” Ron said.) “I was thinking…I want the both of you.” Ron grinned, then stopped, “Wait.”
“Me, too?” Hermione said with a tremble.
“It should be the people who mean the most to the groom.” Harry murmured. “There is no choosing between the two of you.” Harry hugged Hermione when she started to cry. “Also, I thought it’d be better to call you guys the ‘groom’s crew’? This men only thing sucks.” “That’s awful,” Ron grinned. “Malfoy’s okay with this?” Right on cue, the door burst open and Draco sauntered in, arms raised. He was followed by Pansy and Blaise. “Behold,” Draco sang. “My ‘groom’s bitches.’” “I hate weddings,” Blaise said.
harry is scuffed converse, glasses constantly slipping down his nose, socks sagging from too many wears and eyes drooping from another late night. he’s the smell of broomstick polish and a crisp autumn morning, the rustle of leaves in dimly lit woods, sunlight dappling the floor golden. he’s the incessant tapping of a foot, tap tap tap tap tap tap, waiting for something but not knowing what. he’s an early morning run in the cold february air, lungs burning, eyes streaming, soul on fire. he’s a small smile that shows so much, a twinkle of the eyes that requires nothing said at all. he’s nights spent in a room alone, throwing spells against the wall, working and working and pushing and pushing. he’s warmth, yet distance. soft edges but biting teeth. anything and everything, wrapped into one; a myriad of emotion and feeling and fire that never ever seems to extinguish.
hermione is oxfords tied exactly twice, deep brown and shining. she’s the breeze in october, cool yet full of warmth, of faded reds and golds and browns twirling in the air. she’s running a finger down the spine of an old book, the creaking of aged, yellowing pages. she’s sunlight streaming through an opened window, illuminating the dust as it falls to the floor, floating and sparkling and almost magical. she’s holding a too hot cup of tea in mittened hands, the crunch of twigs underneath fraying boots, the rustle of leaves that have been silent for far too long. she’s nights spent in the biggest, oldest, coziest couch, papers scattered haphazardly, quill in mouth, biting biting biting, hands flitting from page to page and word to word, eyes bleary yet bright. she’s something steady, yet ever moving, wheels turning round and round and round, never pausing too long until the next idea, next destination, next task. she’s knowing that once, twice, is never enough to get it right. a grand idea tied neatly into a small, paper wrapped package, sensible yet never fanciful.
ron is bare feet curled into soft sand. he’s the crackle of a fire on low heat, just bright enough to illuminate every dip and rise of those huddled around, basking in its warmth. he’s the soft sun in may, illuminating and bright but never blinding. he’s a warm hand clasped around a wrist, a steady hand firm on a shoulder, felt but never seen. he’s the smell of freshly baked bread, of waking up to pancakes and the sound of voices laughing down the stairs. he’s sunlight through blinds, casting lines of light throughout the room, bright as day yet soft, never harsh or unyielding. he’s the feeling of laying in the grass, staring up at the clouds as they roll through a light, ever blue sky. he’s head in one hand, staring out the window and imagining new worlds and knights in shining armor and princesses high in castles as a voice in the background drones on and on and on, fading into white noise. he’s so much, yet never too much, a guiding light in the darkness, something almost like home, warmth in a sea of cold.
My favorite characters to draw coming to life from my art (sort of.. to the best of my ability)
Edit: The guy I edited Remus from is Otto Lotz :) Obviously looks nothing like my Remus but that’s who it was in that photo
I animated a bit from the Harry Potter Prisoner of Azkaban audio book, narrated by Stephen fry. Just for fun, don’t know if I’ll do any more of these.
YES HELLO WATCH THIS #drarryasf “ib/ac: argentistic”
“I hate you…” he murmured into his neck.
Harry’s laugh vibrated in his chest, sending butterflies through Draco’s veins, “no, you don’t.”
“I know, but it’s easier to say that rather than what I’m really feeling.”
Is that a threat, Draco
Imagine 8th year harry and draco getting past their animosity
and one night when harry can’t sleep he’s wandering around the castle and stumbles upon draco who also had nightmares, so they kind of just start walking around the castle together at night when they both can’t sleep, and at first they walk around silently but eventually they start stilted conversations that turn into hesitant smiles and then easy banter
and then one night during their walks they come across the mirror of erised, and harry automatically knows what it is, even if the mirror’s image has changed to include a blond standing beside his parents. It makes his heart ache, that he desires something else that is so out of his reach, so he tries to ignore the ache and instead he asks draco what he sees, just a little curious, and draco just gives him a droll look and says “what do you mean, what do i see? it’s a mirror, potter, obviously i see you and me”
Draco Malfoy in the books
If you didn’t read the books you wouldn’t know…
Draco Malfoy personally made the Potter stinks buttons and nobody could fix them to say Harry was cool and shit, if they tried it would only make the insults worse
You wouldn’t know Draco Malfoy was always right behind Hermione in grades
You wouldn’t know Draco was seriously the most animated person at school and acted out everything.
You wouldn’t know Draco got deeply offended when people didn’t laugh at his jokes
You wouldn’t know Draco created the Weasley is our King song, tune and all. (Probably in the shower or something because he’s such a weenie)
You wouldn’t know Draco and Ron got into a fist fight in their first year
You wouldn’t know about the huge knock down drag out between Draco, Harry and the rest of the Slytherin and Gryffindor quidditch team in their fifth year. (Harry and Draco just fucking tackle each other and start whooping each others asses and it’s amazing.)
You would miss out on basically everything Draco says and does. He’s a walking gold mine and It’s upsetting the movies didn’t devote a few seconds for any of his shit (Azkaban did an okay job)
You wouldn’t know about the Weasley is our king buttons he made in fifth year either
You wouldn’t know Draco didn’t actually try and fight a Hippogriff he was just petting him and offhandedly said that he was ugly. He didn’t sprint over to him, he actually did all the bowing and what not.
If you didn’t read the books you wouldn’t know that Draco is the most annoyingly smart and artistic little shit you’ve ever heard of.
My favorite part of Deathly Hallows is in the epilogue when Harry and Draco take their three small children to the train station and Albus Severus is like “dad but what if I’m in Slytherin” and his other dad just hits him upside the head
harry literally calls draco his “arch-enemy” in chamber of secrets i can’t with how Extra™ my boy is like harry have u forgotten voldemort or is he just not evil enough for u
Ravenclaw: I alternate between “Maybe I’m smarter than I give myself credit for” and “Maybe I’m dumber than I realized”.
It’s hard to write drarry because on the one hand, as a fic writer you want to be careful not to go overboard, especially with a noncanon ship, and to develop the relationship gradually and naturally. But you also want to be faithful to canon. And canon is just so outrageously over the top when it comes to these two.
Special shoutout to:
The time in book 2 when Lucius gets annoyed with Draco because he has spent the entire summer talking about Harry Potter and his scar and his broomstick.
The time in book 2 when Draco didn’t notice the snitch was next to his face because he was looking at Harry (and Harry only sees it because he’s turning around to glare at Draco).
The time in book 4 at the Quidditch World Cup when Harry, Ron, and Hermione got into an argument with Draco while running away from Death Eaters, and Harry takes time to notice that Draco’s eyes are glittering. Even though he should have other things on his mind and the lighting is poor.
The time in book 5 when Harry described the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team in unflattering terms, but noticed how Draco’s hair was gleaming in the sunlight.
The time in book 5 when Harry and Draco were making faces at each other during their O.W.L. Charms practical, and Draco got so distracted he smashed a wine glass.
The time in book six when in the middle of having a very heated altercation in Madam Malkins Harry noticed that the robes Draco was trying on looked handsome.
The time in book 6 when Harry immediately noticed that Draco had a new traveling cloak because apparently he keeps track of all his clothing.
The time in book 6 when Harry got so distracted by Draco changing into his robes that he got hit in the face by Goyle’s luggage.
The approximately 88990808 times Harry notices Draco’s hair/eyes/skin/voice/facial features.
And those are just the most extreme, over the top, if-this-was-in-fic-it-might-be-A-Bit-Much moments
Harry describing Draco: that gleaming white-blond hair tho. those glittering pale grey eyes tho. that smirk and that swagger and that drawling voice tho. that pale skin tho. that faint blush tho.
Harry describing Ginny: red hair
I wanna be that CEO that pays their employees 70K a year like that white guy I be seeing all over the Internet. I can’t remember his name.
I’m not gonna be like Jeff Bezos but I do wanna be a multimillionaire 😂😂😂
more Drarry in our life
*Thought Draco: And what everyone found in this Gryffindork? Idiot of humble origin *lift up Harry’s chin* Always shaggy *nose brushes away a lock of hair from Harry’s forehead* Potter is just… - *sleepy* Draco? -My treasure
I love this trope so fucking much never gets old
I just watched this amazing german/swiss movie about two soccer players falling in love, called ‘Mario’ (it’s on Netflix and amazon video) and it’s honestly one of the best told love stories I’ve ever seen. It’s tender, intimate, slow and the chemistry between the two actors is shattering. Go watch it!
And I couldn’t help myself but to take some frames and drarry them.
As readers we only know what Harry notices/pays attention to, and although we have no idea what color Cho’s eyes are or what Zacharias Smith’s voice sounds like, we know a lot about Draco Malfoy. Consider. We know:
His hair is blond. But not just blond. It’s a particular, white-blond color that gleams in the sunlight.
And very sleek, but loose enough that it falls around his face if he moves around vigorously enough.
He has grey eyes. Not just grey, but specifically light grey.
Harry also frequently describes them as glittering or sparkling.
He presumably has a sweet tooth as he gets regular sweets packages from home delivered by his eagle owl.
He has very pale skin which takes on a grayish tinge when he’s sickly.
He tends to narrow his eyes when he’s angry.
He doesn’t blush when he’s embarrassed but he does flush - just enough to give his skin a faint pink tinge.
He tends to move his hands a lot when talking animatedly.
His speech has a very specific drawling cadence and tone that makes his voice easily recognizable (to Harry at least).
This is all in canon.
Meanwhile, even though Harry and Ron are together practically 24/7 for seven years, we only find out that Ron’s eyes are blue halfway through Deathly Hallows.
Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy