Dragging Myself Thru A Fic With Ron Bashing Bc It's Not Too Bad Otherwise, But The Entire Extremely Warped

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

reading this ask absolutely clocked me bc it basically exactly mirrors my thoughts and unironically what im working at in my current wip fic

cept in this case the anti-racism goop is slow-acting and in the form of voldemort moving in LMAO

draco watching a blood-purist megalomaniac torture his father in front of him/have his snake swallow someone whole on his dinning room table, while desperately trying not to throw up: maybe. 😨 maybe all life inherently has value 😨

ron stumbling in much later on him covered in (metaphorical) goop having a hysterical breakdown in the bathroom: oh! that's not . . . what is going on 🙂

they'd have the best convos abt muggles bc they both have extremely minimal first hand experience so it's always "he said this" and "she told me about this" and "i saw an aeroplane once‼️ it was huuge‼️" they are so cute

Im one of those people who hate canon malfoy for being a racist asshole, but i hink hes funny as a character if that makes sense? Like fuck the guy, but i think if we just dumped him in anti-fantasy racism goo and then let him sit there for a while that he would be a really funny character. I do hate how the fandom has made him all serious and mysterious, like you said. Hes such a little dramatic whiny little asshole and if you want to stan him, then you have to embrcae that part of him. The guy got rejected by some kid he met on a train and decided to hate him for the rest of enternity and suceeded. Hes a pathetic theater kid with a flair for dramatics who has two goons he constantly keeps around him at all times. Dont just overlook that, guys (the malfoy fans).

I agree! Malfoy can be a really fun character to work with especially once he can be somewhat separated from his bigotry. Not entirely, but I guess making him slightly more open minded & less extreme in his beliefs, cause it can be fun to have him be taught things too

It’s been a while since I’ve read a fic where Malfoy was really that involved but if you like Malfoy, the trio, AND the marauders the fic Marauders of the Mind is on fanfic.net and I think it’s really fun. I have some issues with it like the marauders aren’t their canon selves, they’re pretty exaggerated / ooc, but it has a lot of good Harry & Malfoy characterization I think!

“sorry haha, i was just seeking attention.”

klance yuri in 2025

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i think the reason i love studio ghibli as much as i do is because it encompasses everything i love about life. wearing clothes that make you feel young and free that you can run and jump and climb trees in. the sense of peace that only comes from sitting on a train watching scenes move by the in windows, walking through the city at night, reading on a bench. the way there is so much grief and pain and hardship in each movie, and the world being torn apart but in spite of that, there is wholesomeness and warmth in bowls of noodles and dinner with your family and singing loudly without worrying about what your voice sounds like, and if you love someone enough it doesn’t matter that the world is falling apart around you. it’s about romanticising the little things in life, the hot mug of tea, that moment in the streetlight in the rain, the sunrise looking pretty through your little window; and it’s about the quiet, soft, warm moments you share with other people through those. those the things i cling onto in life, the small moments of joy that make life worth living.

reblog this if you didn’t think you’d make it to 2021

Everyday I see people on the internet mourning and condemning genocide and facisim of the past while saying things like “how did people allow this to happen” meanwhile when equally horrific things are happening now in real-time, these same people are completely silent.

Unarmed Palestinian civilians (and I’m fucking tired of adding how they’re unarmed civilians in every post so that you can understand the magnitude of what’s going on) from all ages are being beaten, disfigured, displaced and even slaughtered by fully-armed soldiers from one of the world’s strongest armies, which in-turn are funded with billions from the US, the world’s strongest military, in an illegally occupied city where it’s literally a public law that says non-jewish people aren’t allowed to exceeds 40% of the population. 

Palestinians don’t want your money, they’re just beginning for you to share what’s happening to them because right now the only thing standing between them getting massacred and ethnically cleansed on their own land is universal condemnation, this isn’t about being performative/woke anymore, innocent people’s lives literally depends on how many retweets/posts/attention they get.

At this point if you’re not speaking right now, there’s no point in speaking anytime.

“how are you?” you ask.

how do i tell you that my heart aches every time i think of you?

how do i tell you that i cry myself to sleep every night, remembering you, knowing you’re not mine anymore?

how do i tell you that i’ve torn myself apart every day, trying to figure out what went wrong? trying to figure out what i did?

how do i tell you that i would walk blindly through hell and back to be by your side?

how do i tell you that even though you shattered my heart into a million and two pieces, i can’t stop loving you with every single broken one of them?

how do i tell you that you are the only person i’ve ever loved, and maybe the only person i will ever love?

i can’t- that’s the truth. i can’t tell you any of that.

so how am i?

“i’m fine,” i smile tightly. you don’t ask me to elaborate.

-i can’t tell you the truth. i never could. c.r.