#I have A MILLION OF THESE

[norry-yippee]

Regulus- I’m a little OCD.

James- What? No you’re not! *messes up Regulus’ collar*

Regulus- I can leave it there.

James- Totally

Regulus- Doesn’t bother me.

James- I know.

Regulus *fixes it*

James- There it is.

[celestialseawitch-ff]

🌹

Harry awoke the moment Hermione left the bed. He braced himself up on one elbow and squinted across the room after the blurry form of his wife. Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains. He could tell by the level of brightness that it was likely rather late in the morning – almost noon, probably. 

He heard the sound of retching and immediately got out of bed. He snagged his glasses off the bedside table and hurried to his wife’s side. She was bent over the toilet as she threw up. He knelt down beside her and pulled her long curls back.

He gently ran a hand along her back.

“Potions wore off,” he guessed.

Hermione groaned.

“I didn’t even think about it.”

“None of us did,” she responded weakly. There was a pause and then she began retching again.

“Is she okay?”

Harry looked up and was unsurprised to find his younger self wide awake. He was a little startled to see the genuine fear and horror on the boy’s face.

“It’s okay, just morning sickness.”

“Hermione’s never mentioned anything like this.”

“No,” Harry responded and wasn't sure if he should laugh at the boy's innocence or lament Hogwarts’ poor education, “it’s a pregnant witches thing.”

His answer did not seem to soothe young Harry’s anxiety and panic.

“Daddy?” Teddy yawned as he appeared next to young Harry. He rubbed his eyes. “Should I get Uncle Ron?”

“That’s a great idea, Ted. Down the hall. First door on your left.” Teddy hurried out of the bathroom. “Harry,” he said to his younger self who looked like he was working himself up into a proper panic, “can you go downstairs to the kitchen and get Hermione a cup of water?”

“I don’t know where that is?” his younger self stressed.

“That’s okay. Down the hall. Take the stairs. It’s on the first floor, just beyond the two big blue doors in the main hallway. Got it?”

His younger self nodded quickly before turning and hurrying out of the room.

“He's adorable,” Hermione groaned, head resting in her hand as she sat by the toilet.

Harry grinned. “He looked like he was going to cry. He's already very attached to you.”

“It's the maternal magic,” she sighed as she lifted her head.

He kissed her forehead. “Think you can get back in bed?”

She groaned. “Yes. Help me up.”

Harry magically cleansed her mouth and held her hair back as she washed her face. He was just tucking her under the covers of the bed when Teddy and Draco arrived.

“Ron went for groceries. I can get your potions.”

“Perfect.”

Harry conjured a parchment with a list of the potions Hermione needed. “Buy only the best.”

Draco scoffed. “Obviously.” He turned and headed back out as young Harry arrived.

“The glasses were dusty,” he informed his older self seriously. “I didn't see any soap, so I washed the cup under the water.” 

“Magical homes tend to use spells for soap,” Harry explained as he took the cup and passed it to Hermione. “Washing the dust off with water is probably good enough. Thanks, lad.”

“Are you okay?” the child asked Hermione.

“I am, sweetheart. Thank you for the water. Come sit. We can read a bit until Draco comes back with my potions.”

“You trust Malfoy to get your potions for you?” his younger self demanded.

Harry sighed. “He’s not a Malfoy anymore,” he reminded.

His younger self scowled.

Harry lifted the boy onto the bed without warning. He bounced on the bed with a huff of amusement. 

“Sit,” Harry ordered. “Let me see if I can’t find you a book to read.” Harry searched the bookshelves in the bedroom, humming as he went. “Ah ha. Seems some other Potters had similar habits to us.” He plucked a children's book of fables from the shelf and brought it over. “There you go, boys. You read to Hermione.”

“Where are you going?” his younger self demanded.

“To clean the kitchen so I can make breakfast when Ron returns. You want to help?” 

His younger self wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “I'm good, thanks.”

Harry huffed a small laugh. “Thought not.”

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[bloobydabloob]

Finally have a Minecraft realm again for the first time in 2 years. I’m so excited

[thickness-protection-program]

I don't have any pets so I NEED more pics of your orange slices

You mean my iPad babies?

[carl-lenn]

Ok but what if the cryptids were gay

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[crimeronan]

bonus. tell me why

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

i think everyone who's ever had migraines should be financially compensated forever btw

[excali8ur]

When you meet your past lives but they're all ignoring you and freaking out over this one guy?

I've seen a few versions of this floating around with the different Leos and I wanted to have a go at doing one for Mikey. They're all collectively realising what a bus sized bullet they dodged by not ending up as messed up as Ronin

[jakeperalta]

letting celebrities think they can and should "use their platform" to speak on all current events and political issues regardless of how educated they are on them was a grave mistake

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[animatedtext]

requested by miss-million 

[carcinogenical]

1984 project progress (for class)

[astradella]

Aur naur

[nothingbutloveforyou]

i want to be loved like the women i read about. like i’m the person they would do anything for. the person they look for in everyone else and everywhere they go because they can’t get her out of their heads. the person their entire being burns for. the person they are patient with, even when she’s rambling, being emotional or sick. the person they go out of their way for, over and over again, because it’s her. the person they love. the person they… love and keep loving.