#hmmihaventdecidedyet

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Happy pride! For the drarry slice-of-life prompts, might I suggest: Harry in [whatever the first job you ever wanted to have when you grew up was] and a meetcute-at-work?

hi!! thank you!

so my mind immediately went to "marine biologist harry" because like, i was a 90s kid! of course i wanted to be a marine biologist! which then got me thinking of interesting ways to make draco meet marine biologist harry, which got me thinking of beluga whale animagus draco???? (because i was all about whales as a kid, that was the whole point of it for me.)

anyway. that's what this is? why is it 1.1k words again? who can say, i sure can't. happy pride 🌈🐳

Draco doesn’t expect to see Harry Potter while swimming in the chilly, salty depths of the St. Lawrence River.

Work had taken Draco to Montreal, and he’d booked the extra Portkeys to Quebec City and then Tadoussac without a second thought. Draco so rarely gets a chance to change into his Animagus form in an actually suitable environment, and he’s changed here before; this particular pod of beluga whales is incredibly friendly and welcoming even for his short visits, and so he’s been looking forward to this for months.

Until now, it had been all about getting into the water: making sure local friends have his coordinates in case something goes wrong; casting the proper Disillusionment Charms so no one notices a random blond nutter jumping into the river alone; letting the cold wash over his magic-warmed body for a few suspended moments, until he relaxes into the transformation and lets that magic overtake everything else.

That first moment of transformation—so freeing, so unique, nothing like Draco ever feels on land—always goes a long way to soothing the disappointment he’d felt when he’d first managed to become an Animagus.

He’d known it would be something aquatic; he’d felt drawn to the sea throughout the whole process. Even so, transforming into a beluga whale had not been expected, and after the initial sense of accomplishment, basking a little in all his friends’ delight and amusement, it had struck how difficult it would be to find opportunities to transform.

Draco had adjusted his travel plans and work trips to become colder and more Arctic, but he’d quickly learned how social whales are, and how intolerable they find it to be alone. So it became more about finding other belugas to swim with, to communicate with. Chancing upon this pod had been a stroke of luck, and Draco has missed them.

He could hear them as a human on the shore, high-pitched and soft and wailing, but it’s different as a whale. Hefeelstheir call within him like this, loses himself in it, revels in the sensation of immersive belonging he’s rarely felt before.

In moments like these, Draco loves being a beluga Animagus. It’s all worth it.

And then he sees Harry Potter.

It’s not so strange to see a team of marine biologists on the St. Lawrence. There’s a good amount of marine life here, not to mention the colony of merpeople that lives around the Saguenay Fjord that could explain the presence of magic folk. What’s really strange is that this team includes Harry Potter, not someone Draco would ever have expected to find halfway around the world from home.

Potter is dressed like he might be a marine biologist, which is ridiculous—Draco is certain he’d read that Potter had gone to work with dragons. He’s leaning over the railing of the small observation deck of his boat, dark hair blown wild and glittering with salt spray, radiating Warming Charms, grinning broadly at the friendly belugas streaming through the waters around them.

As Draco watches, still dumbfounded, Potter raises his wand and Conjures large, shiny bubbles, setting them to float over the water and delighting the belugas, who pop them with excited squeals, splashing happily as he Conjures more.

A few of the other members of the pod seem to sense Draco’s frozen disbelief and translate it as distress, swimming over to nudge him gently with their rounded heads, bonking him carefully on his flank. The movement draws the attention of Potter, who smiles at him in a way that Harry Potter has certainly never, not once, smiled at him before.

Draco has a rush of feelings that don’t entirely fit in the water. There’s old resentment, annoyance, a break of his peace—in his whale form, in the perfect, embracing cold, that all seems silly, wasteful. It’s easy to translate to a playful sort of mischief instead.

He starts swimming again, giving grateful return bumps to his concerned pod members on the way right up to the boat, Potter’s eyes trained on him the whole time.

“Hi,” Potter says brightly, giving him a wave as Draco pops out of the water. In answer, Draco gives an enormous spray of water, glittering bright in the sunlight and dripping all over Potter and a few other crew members, making them laugh. “Nice to meet you too,” Potter says. He laughs again as a few belugas follow Draco’s lead, a shower of water dropping down all around them.

Potter Conjures bubbles directly over Draco, smile widening as he pops them before they’re even fully formed. Draco leaps up higher and spots the strap of a messenger bag by Potter’s feet, and on the next bubble, he misses on purpose and takes a swipe at the strap.

The bag splashes into the water in an instant, the sound loud over Potter’s startled, “Hey, that’s mine!” as the rest of the team laughs again. It’s quick, easy swim work to duck down in the water and hook the floating strap around one fin, making sure to spin onto his side to show Potter he’s got it.

Draco takes off, squeaking happily when he hears a flat splat sound behind him, a bodyboard hitting the water. It’s followed by another splash, Potter calling out, “Give that back!” as he starts to swim after Draco.

Even with magic—infused in his wetsuit, driving the bodyboard, clear and unmistakable and disconcertingly familiar—Potter can’t exactly keep pace with a grown beluga whale. Draco revels in that for a few viciously satisfying moments before he slows only long enough for Potter to catch up, to reach out between Draco and the bodyboard, and to catch hold of Draco’s fin—before speeding up again and taking Potter with him.

He tows Potter back to shore, spurred by his laughter and exhilaration, the way he’s ignoring the alarmed shouts of his colleagues from behind them, delighting in the clicks and squeaks and lovely, encouraging calls of Draco’s pod.

Draco bumps up against the rocks where he’d jumped in, knocking Potter against them until he takes the hint and climbs up, eyes wide and amazed. There’s another moment where Draco hesitates—it’s always hard to change back after feeling like this, to want human feeling again, worse still to take away some of the magic of what Potter has just experienced.

But he wants to change back, wants to see the look on Potter’s face. He recasts the requisite Warming Charms and pulls himself back into his human form, landing on the rocks next to Potter, gasping unfamiliar human breaths for a few seconds before he gets his bearings and braves a look at Potter.

Potter, who still looks just as amazed, still exhilarated, and somehow not at all disappointed. His eyes sparkle familiarly, and Draco blinks and feels nothing of the old resentment, like he’d left it all in the water in that first, tall spray.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Draco says, holding up Potter’s stolen bag.     

[aggressivelyarospec]

For Aro Tunes Thursday (I know it’s not a Thursday but I only thought of it today):

Ticker Don’t Tock by Bitter Ruin

I don't think I can fly But I, but I believe in you I don't spend what I lack But I, but I believe that you're coming back

Added!

[candlecoo-sideb-art]

The lovely @hmmihaventdecidedyet commissioned S4 prison Elias! Don't we all love this bastard.

[justsmth2]

commission for hmmihaventdecidedyet

[elskanellis]

Getting to know me

Thanks for tagging me @goblinmatriarch (her delightful answers are here)

Three ships: Drarry (HP), Maxiel (F1), Spirk (TOS)

First ship: the first time I was outraged that two characters did not get together in canon was Anne/Diana.

Last song: "Who Is It (Carry my joy the left, carry my pain on the right)," Björk

Last movie: Frankenstein (1931). With the 12yo, who enjoyed it, and whom we will be showing Young Frankenstein (1974) next.

Currently reading: Go Down Together by Jeff Guinn. I'm hip-deep in a Bonnie & Clyde / Barrow gang research-hole–slash-hyperfixation right now. The book is fine. If I had world enough and time, I would instead be reading the entire 948-page FBI file on the Barrow gang, made available online (thank you, FOIA). I paused Wolf Hall to pursue this avenue, and will shortly go back to it.

Last thing I wrote: this drarry microfic and my contribution to the HP Law of Attraction Fest.

Currently writing: anon fic for unnamed fest

Are you named after anyone? YES! My first name is after my mom's grandmother. My middle name I chose and is in honor of (among others) Emily Brontë.

Favourite subject in school: any foreign language.

Do you have kids? Two! (Only one of them can handle James Whale horror films. The other one is afraid of the Arthur version of The Tell-Tale Heart.)

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I used to, but then I found out that I was a really poor judge of .. I guess the trajectory of my sarcasm? Where it would land, basically. And what I'd hoped would be witty and suave might just as well be cruel in the end. I enjoy sarcasm in other people but rarely use it myself.

What sports do you play/have you played? As a child I joined a municipal soccer league and was literally laughed off the team.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Their.... mien, I guess? This question confuses me.

Any special talents: I can sing "Landslide" in front of other people without crying.

Where were you born? Kentucky, USA

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing and avoiding writing, knitting, tarot, looking at things and talking about them. Currently I'm learning about the Barrow Gang (as mentioned) and I just started studying Uzbek.

Height: Six feet even, 182.ish cm.

Dream job: [redacted] because it's my job now, just without any pressures of capitalism.

Tagging, if you'd like to do it and no pressure etc, @citrusses , @sweet-s0rr0w , @hmmihaventdecidedyet , and anyone else who wants to do this!

[limetimo]

10 songs 10 people

Thank you @propheciesanddreams, @pjxckson for tagging me; just this morning I was thinking that I've fallen into a hell of YouTube only recommending me the same 2 playlists over and over again.

Kingdom Dance x Test Drive

The Plagues (Prince of Egypt (1998))

Fear And Delight by The Correspondents

House Of Memories by Panic! At the Disco

Hayloft II by Mother Mother

I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry

Darling by Avrill Lavigne (or like, the whole Goodbye Lullaby album)

Here Comes The Boom! by Nelly

Cold Cold Cold by Cage The Elephant

Circus by Britney Spears

No pressure tag for @icrowler, @ncoincidences, @natache, @girlresting, @four-otters-in-a-trenchcoat, @bythehearts, @minkhollow42, @hmmihaventdecidedyet, @addicted2reading16, @moth-lover-not-mother

[acertainmoshke]

Ok so this post got popular and the most common comment is that everyone wants my hat. So here’s a link where you can buy one! They come in tie dye or black:

And I’m going to tag everyone who expressed interest, and I hope this doesn’t bother anyone. @blastlight @worminmymoutjh @remitiras @thevampirecrow @on-my-way-to-jew @illegitimatetenenbaum @hmmihaventdecidedyet @euclidine @just-illegal @vermilionstarlight @sugarhullo @jewreallythinkthat @null-foo @thecatamaranlad

I had the weirdest interaction with a random lady today while we were both buying coffee. So I’m wearing this cap:

Because (1) I happened to put on green pants, a green and black Oregon Trail shirt, and a teal hoodie, so the color scheme matched. And (2) I think it’s really fucking funny.

So this lady smiles and asks what my hat says in Hebrew. And I have been WAITING for this. I’ve owned this hat for months now and no one EVER asks. So I tell her, impressively succinctly and coherently, “It says emet, which means truth. But it’s also a joke because it was what was carved into a golem’s head to bring it to life.”

And she sort of…recoiled? And went, “oooooh, that’s a lot of information,” then laughed nervously and turned back to the counter.

And I’m??? So confused?? I answered her question in two sentences. And I can’t tell if I was talking too fast and overwhelmed her or if, like, she was expecting some deep religious Christian significance?

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is pretending to be third cousins with a good friend for a month and a half so people will stop shipping you

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[secondbeatsongs]

NSFT means "Not Safe For Tumblr"

I used to just tag stuff as "nsfw", but since the ban in 2018, I often use "nsft" or "lemon" because there seems to be a lower chance of being flagged as a blog containing "sensitive content"

what a world we live in

[skeptiquewrites]

For the prompts, an Unspeakable!Draco and Auror!Harry are both undercover at the same place, a front for some evil operation. Neither know the other is undercover. One or the other thinks the other doesn’t know it’s secretly evil

Hi friend, this isn't quite that, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

cw: alcohol, implied violence.

Microfic: Undercover

"Fancy seeing you here," Harry says, leaning up and ordering a drink from him like he frequented new nightclubs in Knockturn all the time.

"I work here," Draco says blandly. At any other time he would be delighted, but Harry bumbling into an operation is bad. Very bad. Already Draco is more worried about Harry than the target. Even if Harry is an Auror, he doesn't know.

"Are you here all night?" Harry asks. Draco makes a non-committal sound, while taking other orders, keeping careful watch on Roland Farrier and his companions in the middle of the VIP lounge.

"This doesn't seem like your scene," Draco says when he makes his way back to Harry. It's loud and almost four am, after all. Harry's normally nodding off at eleven. Harry shrugs.

A loud soundwave rips through the air, and Draco doesn't even think before pulling Harry behind the bar and swearing.

Harry taps his wrist with his wand and whispers something, as people start screaming and running for the exits. He turns to Draco, "Get out of here."

"You don't know what's going on," Draco shoots back, as his heart hammers in his chest, wand clutched close. Harry leaves their position crouched by the sink to peek around a corner. Draco wraps a hand around his wrist. He looks back.

"The Department—" they both begin and gaze at each other warily.

"You have to be fucking joking," Draco says, picking up a cutting board.

"The Unspeakables sent you without telling me?" Harry hisses.

"This is what happens when you involve Aurors," Draco says, using the cutting board as a shield as he ducks around the bar.

[hannahyesss]

hmmihaventdecidedyet: Wait does it really say BREATHED??? As in said quietly under his breath, usually used in a romantic or seductive situation?

FRIEND, JKR used the word ejaculated to describe how Slughorn shouted his remorse/surprise that Snape had killed Dumbledore. JKR is NOT GOOD at WRITING. LIKE OBVIOUSLY she meant BREATHED as "whispered in a disbelieving/incredulous way" but. Like. Don't. Pick another way to say it, yeah?

[dewitty1]

Happy birthday!

Thank you! ＼(^▽^＠)ノ

[aggressivelyarospec]

Sorry, @hmmihaventdecidedyet! I just saw this.

We didn't do anything, maybe you see it like that because there's a tag in there you follow or have saved or something.

Does anybody else sees the tags gradient?

— Caro

[drowninginthedarya]

everyone read this this is perfect

comment by @hmmihaventdecidedyet

Elias 👁️: So what are your guys job qualifications again?

Sasha: Hacking. Mostly to get personal information.

Jon: What?

Tim:Seducing cops. Also explosives.

Jon: I don't think that it's the type of quali-

Martin: Stabbing people! Oh and arson.

Jon: Did you say stabbing people??

Elias👁️: Perfect. What about you, Jonathan?

Jon: *defeated* Invading private property.

[drarrywords]

before you read: hey! so, i wrote this drarry fanfic. it was supposed to be a long one but i can't give that level of commitment to it.

I want an opinion on it.

I'm working on an original novel and I have to set a writing style for it. Most of you are familiar with the writing style that I have but I've worked on it a bit more?

No pressure to read this but I would love an opinion in it. Constructive criticism, too. I do want to deliver my best.

It's called the stars that we lost. 1.7K words.

I'm tagging some of you. Please, please, please give me an honest review if you read it. Thank you so much😭

You can leave an anonymous review in the ask box, if you like<3

tags &lt;;3 @inflation-of-mind @missdrarrydawn @harryandginnydeservesbetter @sorry-i-ship-drarry @dearly-devoted-dawdler @textrovert-01 @prongsshipswolfstaranddrarry @nv-md @slytherinnbitch @rockingrobin69 @phoebe-delia @drarryspecificrecsdaily @slytherinnbitch @purplehotmess @loves-to-read-fanfic @cluelesspigeons @hmmihaventdecidedyet @thesmilingdisasterofalawyer @thecornerofbelu

[limetimo]

Rules: Tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with.

Ta for the tag  @anemicc-royalty

Last song: The Misty Mountains Epic Metal Cover

Last movie: Batman (2022) (the reviews didn’t lie he looks like a wet kitten 100% of time)

Currently reading: Too many fanfics and too few books

No pressure tags @addicted2reading16, @hmmihaventdecidedyet, @fantasticbeastsnwheretohidethem, @justeasing, @westbrookwestbooks, @silverlakes @sereneworld, @moth-lover-not-mother, @anyone