#i hope this year is kinder :)

[caelanglang]

Happy Lunar New Year!

here's a lil comic of my skk little prince au i made a while back to greet you all :)) I hope your new year wishes come to fruition and that your year would be a blessed one <3

Anyways,,, new year shrine visit!

[aueua]

I couldn't make it in time... but happy new year! [: another them

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

REAL AND ROTATABLE!

Thank you so much to my wonderful and talented friend Coy, who made this! This is now my most treasured belonging!

[whathasangramainyudonewrong]

Wrong #845

He and Bazett finally start talking to each other like people and the one of the very first things they do is team up with Cù Chulainn to beat up Rasputin

[housederiva]

Hello! If you would like a little more context about what happened: yes, a bunch of people completely and I think willfully misconstrued what Kala said and started spreading a lot of disinformation. Kala was warning about the embargo for the huge press preview event held in San Francisco being up on the 19th and people started saying that "playtesters" were going to start posting untagged spoilers because they were mad on power or something. It became so absurd that somewhere down the grapevine some were even convinced that "playtesters" were given the whole game and that they were going to spoil it which is not true and not how review codes work in the first place. I don't even think that those people were aware of the press event, they just decided to believe what they wanted about the spoiler warning and run with it for a whole day. The personal attacks started almost immediately. No matter that Kala has been saying that she was going to tag spoilers for months, that many members of the community council repeatedly stated that they are still under NDA for what they saw during development or that content creators being invited to press events and previews is normal. Also, there were hundreds of attendees, standard press included. They got to play for around 6 hours and they have been given guidelines about what they're allowed to talk about, as it always happens. That's industry standard. All of that was public information way before Kala's tweet was posted (I was already aware of the details because a couple of Italian creators I follow posted about it before and after the event) so there's really no excuse for their behavior.

[galedekarios]

happy new year, everyone 🎊 🌟🎊

[deus-ex-messina]

[moonchild-in-blue]

Inspired by @anastasiatasou 's Instagram polls, take what you need from 2025, and leave a nice note for everyone's year in the tags 💙

[lupine-trees]

a cup of kindness yet

[ the boys hope for a happy new year. *✧･ﾟ:* ]

drarry | word count: ~1,068 | rating: t

( title from “auld lang syne” — wishing you all an easy end to 2024 & a very happy 2025 to come. ♡ )

_ _ _

The grand iron clock in the park strikes eleven, and Harry is so unbelievably late.

He’s laden with a peace offering, his grocery tote heavy on his shoulder— a loaf of the crusty bread he knows a certain someone is fond of, a top shelf Pinot noir, some sliced salami and aged pecorino, a couple cuts of the cheaper-but-tastier tiramisu. It’s paltry, a bit, but he needed a quick turnaround, couldn’t bear the thought of showing up late and empty-handed.

His footfalls echo heavily through the park as he makes his way from the shops to the nearest Apparition point.

Of course, as he rounds the corner, the dull thrum of magic that regularly emanates from the points is distinctly absent, and a crowd is building. He catches a trademark glimpse of Auror red, hears whispers hush through the huddled mass, fireworks and Firewhiskey and Muggle bystanders and Obliviate, and Harry absolutely does not have time for this.

He does a quick 180, thinking on his feet, but of course the next nearest jump-point in this part of London is another 30-minute walk the direction he just came from. He could try to track down a public Floo, but on high-volume holidays, the heavy-use networks could get a bit tetchy, and tetchy was not on the agenda.

“Christ on a broomstick,” he murmurs under his breath, turning to make his way to the underground. Muggle public transit rivaled Wizard in terms of (un)reliability, but the convenience under the circumstances made it the premier choice. Scanning his card and clipping quickly across the platform, Harry steps onto the next train just as the doors snick shut behind him.

The fluorescents are doing him no favors at this hour of night, the soft screeching sound of the hydraulics and the sway of each stop helping build the muzzy headache behind his eyes. He keeps upright, his mind fixed on his destination.

_ _ _

By the time he steps back into the street, aboveground, his patience has been spent. He breaks into a jog, heading for the narrow townhouse where his friends are undoubtedly waiting.

Sure, he’d cast off a quick Patronus at the end of his St. Mungo’s shift, but that had been nearly two hours ago now.

The pretty two-story brick rises before him, unshrouding itself of its wards, and he takes the briefest moment to catch his breath on the pavement before bounding up the steps.

He crosses the threshold, and the sound of the party within is a welcome one, warm and enveloping. It’s not so big as to be overwhelming, maintaining a sort of intimacy, but their nearest and dearest form a full house nonetheless.

Ron catches his eye from across the sitting room, and he gives a small shout and a smile before shaking his head and nodding towards the kitchen.

Harry crosses the foyer and slings his coat up in the hall haphazard, keeping his grocery bag at his side.

“You’re in such trouble,” Ginny sing-songs at him as Millicent tows her by the hand quickly around a corner.

“Piss off,” Harry offers, tossing a smile her way in spite of the nerves bubbling in his middle.

She blows him a kiss before disappearing after Millie.

In the kitchen, Luna is ladling a steaming purple drink into Hermione’s cup.

Hermione, bless her, tosses the drink back without fanfare before she glances down at her wristwatch and up again. She meets Harry’s eyes on a double-take, and something relieved settles in her brow, her shoulders un-stringing.

He crosses to her, giving a quick hug in greeting.

“Nice to see you’re still with us,” she says with a tired grin, a pat on his shoulder.

“Where—”

“He’s been in the pantry looking for a jar of olives for fifteen minutes.”

“Olives?” Harry asks.

She shoves him pantry-ward, exasperated. “Obviously there are no olives. Please let him know you’re here before he conjures some through a wall.”

Harry begins to pull open the pantry door before meeting resistance.

“Cho, I’ll be just another moment, I’m certain they’re—”

“I’m here,” Harry says, gentling through the spell on the door.

“Ah,” Draco says, bright eyes snapping up as he unfolds his legs and lifts himself from his seat on the floor. “Hello. I could’ve sworn—”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Harry cuts in, carefully handing over the tote. “I come bearing gifts. No olives though.”

Draco makes a disgruntled noise, placing the bag on a shelf. “No olives,” he muses, sifting through the goods, gaze shifting down. “Honestly, Potter, tardiness is forgivable, but no olives?”

Harry smiles and steps toward him. “I’ll bring olives next time. I brought the cheap tiramisu.”

“Ah, yes,” Draco answers drily, hiding his grin behind the bottle of wine, which he’s lifted for inspection. “We’ll pop some tiramisu in the martinis.”

“Draco,” he hums, low, placing a tender hand at the base of his spine, leaning in to slot his chin over his shoulder. “I really— I meant to be here so much sooner.”

“Hm,” Draco responds, considering. “You said you’ll bring olives next time?”

Harry wraps his arms around him. “As many as you like.”

Draco turns to him, shifting in his embrace, arms looping easily over his shoulders. “You don’t even like olives.”

Harry shakes his head. “Can’t stand them.”

Draco can’t help smiling at him. “Uncultured.”

“I brought the good bread,” Harry offers. “And I took the train.”

“No wonder you’re late,” Draco mutters, prodding, smile wry.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says, fingers trailing.

Draco leans into his space further, gaze heated. “And how do you intend to do that?”

Outside, they can hear that the crowd has shifted, gathering around the Magi-telly in the living room, the countdown beginning.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

“I have some ideas,” he answers, holding Draco firmly, crowding him back against the shelves.

Seven! Six! Five! Four!

Before the clock strikes midnight, Harry is already kissing him soundly, Draco pressing flush to him with a satisfied hum, fingers tangling in curls, Harry’s hands a sure and steady pressure on his hips.

Three! Two! One!

The year rolls over, and they find themselves entangled at the crossover: past, future.

By the time the house guests have finished their shouts of Happy New Year!, Harry is well into making good on his promise— (which is a start to a very happy new year indeed).

[aimeedaisies]

The Princess Royal and her husband Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence in 2024 💞

[anya-chalotra]

hi. hello.

didn't mean to disappear for nearly a year again. oops?

this isn't a coming-back-from-unintentional-retirement post like the last time around, though considering i have been eyeing photoshop recently, that may very well be on the horizon.

if it isn't on the horizon, though, i just wanted to take the time to thank both mutuals and followers alike for making my tumblr experience so amazing. you beautiful souls who left kind tags or sent thoughtful messages or showed any sort of love — i am so grateful that it was my silly little blog you decided to click follow on.

much love to you all. <3

if you'd like to still follow me elsewhere or keep in touch:

instagram | spotify | dm for discord

[duketectivecomics]

Hello! Are you planning on running a Duke Thomas Week event in 2024 or 2025?

Hey! Thanks for checking in!

Due to the *gestures at the Everything that has happened in my life this year* I will not be hosting Duke Week for 2024. Tentative plan is to aim for Late Summer of 2025 to match with previous years. (More solid eventual goal is to overload the queue as I had done in the past so that this blog can run for a few months at a time without me directly.)

I’ve entered a part of life where, I hate to say it but, my blogs are my lowest priority. We’re not in survival mode, I’m doing okay & have great support irl, but I’ve noticed how in the past I’ve used tumblr in the name of ‘escapism’ & it actively made my mental health worse. I want to ensure that these blogs & fandom in general stays a fun hobby & not a way that I self-inflict undue stress on myself. Esp with how much I have going on irl & what projects I ideally want to pour myself into.

With the holidays soon upon us, I’ll have some days dedicated to various hobbies, but even more days dedicated to friends/fam/self. I make no promises except that I do plan to return y’all to your regularly scheduled Duke Programming eventually 💛

[phoechii]

Happy New Year and happy birthday to my beloved Ace! 

Every New Years day for the past 3-4 years I take a nice long bath and this year I’m sharing that tradition with the birthday boy 🧡

One of my resolutions is to use more of my nice art supplies so instead of digitalizing this like i normally do, I decided to keep going and finish it with my nice supplies. I’m not trying to be perfect with my art anymore, just wanna enjoy the process again. I had a lot of fun working on this and I’m really happy with it <33

[arcane-gold]

sometimes i’m sad i remade my blog from the ground up bc i’ll see a person i was mutuals with when i was in high school 10 years ago and i know they don’t follow me on this account and maybe don’t know i exist anymore; it’s like i’ve got my hand on the glass and i’m looking in to make sure they’re doing well

[crewofthegoldrush]

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happy new year folks! 🎊 thanks for sticking with me for another year of these gals

[ley-med]

Happy new year, my dears! I hope we are all looking ahead a year full of love, happiness, health and prosperity. And above all, I wish everyone will find it in their hearts to be a little kinder to one another.