#I have A MILLION OF THESE

[celestialseawitch-ff]

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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.”

[kazodus]

Sketches (5)

these freaks.

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[caitlynbuceta]

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

[guiiay]

yeah... yeah

[leejungjaes]

authors! go to your ao3 dashboard, click on statistics, look at your totals and tell me how many hits you have?

[pie-bean]

Gyroid bath time 🫧

[egophiliac]

the whole school is rallying together to give these boys the full princess experience, and I think that's beautiful! they would all rather die than work together on one single group project, but hell if they won't pull through when sparkly princess outfits are on the line. (I am sad that Grim doesn't get a little ribbon of his own, though. 😔)

also, the return of my favorite literal running joke, Vargas Meets an Immovable Object Face-First at 20 MPH

[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

[gvalesdraws]

Sinner

[impishtubist]

I've never been explicit about this because I'm a Fandom Old, and back in the day it was simply understood that anything on the Internet was fair game to do with what you wish, but: if you see a story of mine out there and you like it, download it. Fuck if I care. Keep it for yourself, distribute it to friends, print copies for yourself and your friends, mail it to people, I don't give a shit. As long as you're not exchanging money, I couldn't care less. And tbh you should be doing this with all fanfics you love - print them, save them, put them on a flash drive or a hard drive or share them with friends, whatever. Fanfic authors these days are really fucking precious about their fics, but honestly we're probably going to start seeing queer art being disappeared (especially in the US under the next president) so do whatever you can to archive the things you love to read. Even if that means just printing them out and sticking them in a binder for yourself to read as a bedtime story.

[goatyuuji]

My honest reaction to doomed siblings:

[crimeronan]

bonus. tell me why

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

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