#harry wants a baby

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

NOBODY TOUCH ME

[the-heron]

Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man

[kamaela]

so i said:

and @faiell said:

and it's really important that everyone understands how amazing that is, and how amazing @faiell is, and how amazing this art is

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

🥹💙💚 *happy sigh*

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

#like look at them #how they check in with each other

‘Even as young as you are..?’ 😍🙌

[aeteut]

sirius and regulus, the most beautiful stars in the night sky.

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Blaise: Darling, this sweater has a hole in it

Ron: It’s okay! I can still wear it, I’m used to wearing hand-me-downs already

Blaise: This is not yours?

Ron: Well, it’s originally Bill’s, then Charlie’s, then Percy’s, you know the how it is, and now it’s mine

Blaise: Do you have clothes that aren’t from your brothers?

Ron: Probably not. I mean, I’m still living in Charlie’s old room

Blaise: …

Blaise: Will you give me an hour?

*an hour later*

Ron: Blaise, what is this?

Blaise: It’s a gift

Ron: It’s a house!

Blaise: With a closet big enough that you can fly around in. And I’ve bought you your clothes

Ron: You mean you’ve brought me my clothes

Blaise: No, I bought you your clothes. They’re brand new. You won’t have to wear your siblings’ clothes ever again. Not when I’m here to give you anything you ask for from now on

Ron, tearing up: …okay

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

I am so sorry but Remus John Lupin was not a sex god. Bro had never even seen a dick until Sirius. He was genuinely a little bit afraid of it the first time (it’s okay, though, because Sirius was very sweet and patient, of course). He thought people kissing in books was wild and sexual. He turned into a tomato and hid his face whenever there was a kiss in movies. He took things so slowly with Sirius that Sirius had to ask if he ever wanted to have it or if he was asexual or something. Then, once he got a taste, he became the most insatiable thing ever, practically begging for it every night.

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

THIS one 😭

So this girl posted her video of meeting Harry and then seeing him walk to the car.

He was with Cal, Cal’s wife and their baby. 

The only reason I’m posting it is that Harry was PUSHING THE STROLLER to the car. 

Seriously, what guy in his 20′s is this obsessed with baby gear?

[rewritingcanon]

‘scorbus coded this scorbus coded that—’

i present scorbus fawns

[mistress-riddle]

cw. none, just fluffy content with mother!reader and father!tom. masterlist.

the sound of soft patter coming from tiny feet hitting the floor causes a small smile to lift at the corners of your lips and you wait patiently for your little darling to approach you from your spot on the couch, coffee clasped between both hands as you appreciated the warmth it offered you in the chilly morning.

"mama!" the giggle coming from your two year old causes your grin to widen once she's at the foot of the couch looking up at you with the cutest smile of her own.

"good morning, sugar" you place the mug down on the table in front of you in favour of opening your arms for valeria to jump into. she does so, nuzzling her face into your chest "goo' mornin, mama'" the last letters of her greeting forgone in her soft whisper.

"did you sleep well?" you ask her, pulling her up and sitting her properly on your lap to fix her wavy hair that was falling into her face, somewhat similar to her father in the mornings.

"mhmm" her giggles continue once you place a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"wonderful!" you murmur with affection "why don't we go brush your teeth and then say 'good morning' to dada, okay?"

she beams in response and almost yells "okay" in your face, her excitement to see her father who was currently cooped up in his office, dealing with work since 5 am, palpable. you playfully pinch your nose and swat the air in front of you which elicits more laughter from your daughter.

"come now, we should deal with that dangerous morning breath immediately." you pick her up and head to the bathroom, placing her on the step stool so she can somewhat see her face in the mirror.

"brush time!" you sing song and she excitedly grabs her pink toothbrush designed for children and waits for you to squirt a tiny bit of toothpaste for her.

you watch as she follows the motions you instruct her to do every morning and night with a proud smile on your face and you make sure to remind her to not swallow any of the fruity-minty foam. once she says she's done, you quickly inspect her mouth and take care to gently brush the teeth at the back before encouraging her to spit out the toothpaste. shortly after, you brush her hair back and style two pigtails, adding her favourite accessories which she picked out with enthusiasm "this one, mama!". you then washed her face and dried it off, making sure to get rid of any "eye boogies" which clung to her long lashes.

"t'ank you!" she says once you're done and places a kiss on your cheek which causes your eyes to tear up. your daughter is an angel.

she hops off the stool by using your hand to support her and in a rush hurries to her father's office giggling, making sure to knock 3 times. she hears the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and footsteps approach the door, with a click, it opened and she cranes her neck to look at her father.

"oh, good morning, princess." he greets once he notices that you're too far away to have knocked, and opting to look down to follow your gaze, and sees his adorable daughter.

"good morning, papa!" she mimics his serious expression and tone that he usually dons. it only took a couple of seconds for her exterior to change into a similar wide, teeth-baring smile she gifted you earlier and raised her arms out "uppies."

tom's face breaks into a small smile and he bends low to pick his daughter up to place a kiss on her cheek before throwing her gently into the air and catching her, he repeated it a few more times as he walked over to his desk. he took a seat and sat valeria on his lap as well and let her play with his fingers.

"aww," you voice in disappointment once you enter his office and pout exactly as your daughter was keen to do "mummy wanted uppies too..."

tom rolls his eyes at you, but you notice a begrudging smirk on his face "don't you have work today?"

you groan in response "don't remind me, i want to stay with my baby."

"don't exclude valeria like that, you're a terrible mother."

you deadpan at him meanwhile valeria turns to look at you with a pout and glassy eyes, probably trained by her father to weaponise it by command "very funny, riddle." you join them at the desk and kneel to give your sweet daughter a hug.

"mummy's going to work sweetheart, i love you, be good to daddy and don't miss me too much okay?" at the sight of her lip wobbling, you attacked her with kisses and tickled her sides to get her to giggle which effectively distracted her.

with a huff you got up and crouched to be at level with tom's face "and to my other baby apparently, make sure she's fed and bathed by five pm, okay?"

"yes ma'am" he lazily drawls out, valeria had shifted in his lap so that she's standing (his arm held her up so that she wasn't tiring herself) and hugging his neck, head resting on his shoulder. you took the chance to quickly kiss him before standing up straight.

"bye, my loves!"

"say bye to mummy, valeria" tom picks valeria's arm up to wave at you from the door as you send them a kiss and with her hand, the two catch your kiss.

[magpiedraws]

Wouldn't lizard fashion be something like spikes and scales and a frilled lizard collar?

Like so?

(Bonus art under the cut)

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

"That said, both Styles and his therapist have questioned why he cares quite so much about being likeable. This is one of the things he thought about a lot in his big pandemic reflection. In part, it's a choice, he explained. He recalled moving to London after The X Factor and hearing tales of petulant celebrities screaming because someone got their coffee order wrong and deciding to never be that guy, to never give someone a petty reason to bad-mouth him. But more recently he's come to worry that the drive for approval came from a more complex place, a place of caution, fear, control." "Styles said he often spent interviews terrified about saying the wrong thing until he stopped to question what abhorrent belief or bizarre opinion he was scared he'd accidentally reveal and realized he couldn't think of anything."

"And he thought about the cleanliness clauses in the contracts he used to sign, which would dictate that they would be null and void if he did anything supposedly unsavoury, and about how terrified that used to make him. And about when he signed his solo contract and learned that the ability to make music would not be affected by personal transgressions, he burst into tears, a reaction he still seemed shocked by, retelling it to me now, years later. "I felt free," he explained."

"When Styles began therapy about five years ago [so in 2017], he was reluctant initially, feeling it was a music industry cliché. "I thought it meant that you were broken," he said. "I wanted to be the one who could say I didn't need it." He returned to the home theme that has underpinned our conversation, explaining that therapy has allowed him to "open up rooms in himself" that he didn't know existed, allowed him to feel things more honestly, where before he had tended to"emotionally coast.""

"Recently Styles began to work through issues related to intimacy, dating, love. "For a long time, it felt like the only thing that was mine was my sex life. I felt so ashamed about it, ashamed at the idea of people even knowing that I was having sex, let alone who with," he said."

"You look back, especially now there's all the documentaries, like the Britney documentary, and you watch how people were abused in that way, by that system, especially women. You recall articles from not even five years ago, and you're like, I can't even believe that was written."

He has been thinking a lot recently about autonomy, ownership, privacy. About what he should be able to keep to himself, what he should be able to simply communicate through his music without follow-up questions or prying. Around the time of Fine Line, he faced scrutiny around his sexuality. People became incredulous that he wore dresses, waved Pride flags, and yet hadn't clarified with precision, publicly to a journalist or on social media, the specifics of who he'd slept with, how he defined. This expectation is, to him, bizarre, "outdated." "I've been really open with it with my friends, but that's my personal experience; it's mine," he said.

Despite the acceptance that some things could, should, have been different, he still feels lucky every day, he said, lucky to make music, lucky to do what he loves.

"You can't win music. It's not like Formula One," he said. "I was like, in my lifetime, there will be 10 more people who burst onto the scene in that way, and I'm only going to get further away from being the young thing. So, get comfortable with finding something else that makes you happy. I just found that so liberating."

"I just want to make stuff that is right, that is fun, in terms of the process, that I can be proud of for a long time, that my friends can be proud of, that my family can be proud of, that my kids will be proud of one day," he said.

““In lockdown, I started processing a lot of stuff that happened when I was in the band,” he said. He thought about the way he was encouraged to give so much of himself away, “to get people to engage with you, to like you.” He thought about the fact that no baby photos exist of him that aren’t on the internet (you give a bunch to an X Factor producer doing a piece on your backstory without much thought, and suddenly your childhood is online). He thought about the journalists asking questions, when he was still a teenager, about how many people he’d slept with and how, rather than telling them to go away, he would worry about how he could be coy without them leaving the room annoyed. “Why do I feel like I’m the one who has done something wrong?” he said to me.”

— Harry for Better Homes and Gardens Magazine

[thefairmaidenoffandom]

[representative-democracy]

Doomed by the narrative? Nah, Goodsir is babygirl coded by the narrative

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+ goodsir's most fucked scene bc sometimes i feel like i dreamed it

[alwayshinny]

Hinny - Deathly Hallows 💔

“Harry found himself taking (the Marauder’s Map) out simply to stare at Ginny’s name in the girls’ dormitory, wondering whether the intensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep, that she would somehow know he was thinking about her, hoping that she was all right.” – Deathly Hallows (256)

Meanwhile, Ginny lies awake, unable to sleep, and like every night, her thoughts drift to Harry, wondering if he too is thinking of her. She misses him a little more tonight, so she pulls out his sweater from a hidden compartment in her trunk and slips it on. The familiar scent of him is the only thing that keeps her grounded, and she hopes he is somewhere safe.