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You know what AU I really like for Harry Potter? Not the Harry-in-Slytherin ones, but the Draco-Malfoy-anywhere-BUT-Slytherin ones.

Like??? Rowling says in the books that the Sorting Hat doesn’t even touch Draco’s head before it’s yelling SLYTHERIN. And she says that it puts you where you’re meant to go, but if you’re absolutely unquestionably against your assigned house it will reconsider. 

I like the scenario where Draco Malfoy, 11 years old, has been taught from as young as he can remember that he will be a Slytherin. I like the scenario where he doesn’t have the capability to be unquestionably against the other houses, he simply does not consider them at all. I like the scenario where he expects the hat to immediately place him in Slytherin, without even touching his head… and then it drops over his eyes, and every expectation he had of this day is shattered.

I like the scenario where, against all odds, Draco Malfoy is a hatstall.

Where the Sorting Hat debates over his placement, does what it was always meant to do, considers him as a child of his own right and not a miniature version of his father, and considers where woud be the best for Draco to grow into himself.

Perhaps he’s placed in Ravenclaw, where his studies can bring him to new understanding of himself. Where he learns to answer riddles with logic and learns that there is worth in things you cannot buy, and greatness in knowledge, rather than bloodlines.

Perhaps he’s placed in Hufflepuff, where his housemates can bring him into the fold and comfort him for the loss of his expectations. Where he can learn the value of hard work and plain stubbornness and the worth of a helping hand out of a difficult position.

Perhaps, against every expectation, the Hat looks into this child’s head and sees not expectations of greatness for himself, but intense fears of failure and a fierce, callous bravery in telling himself those fears are wrong, they have to be wrong. And so, perhaps, sitting there on the stool and fidgiting and suddenly terrified, the Hat sits on his head and tells him that he is far more deserving of the House of the Brave than the House of the Ambitious.

And when the Hat yells GRYFFINDOR, the hall is silent. It’s pulled off of his head and everyone sees nothing but the look of uncomprehending terror on his face.

Harry, a few moments from being sorted himself, sees the would-be bully suddenly terrified of being anything but, and sees the sickened look on Ron’s face, and knows that Ron will be a Gryffindor, and that he and Malfoy will be at each other’s throats in an instant. Harry doesn’t like bullies. Harry doesn’t like fighting. But most of all, Harry doesn’t like people being targeted for something they can’t change.

Draco has just taken a seat at the end of the table, as far away from everyone as he can get, huddled in on himself, when Harry sits down. The Hat drops over his head and is barely there for half a minute before it’s yelling GRYFFINDOR.

He strides right to the end of the table with a purpose, and sits down next to Malfoy. Under his breath, he mutters “You’ll need someone to help you meet the right sorts. I can help you there.” and despite everything, Draco lets out a startled and overwhelmed snort of a laugh.

Ron gets sorted Gryffindor. How could he not? Harry waves him over. Draco shrinks a bit more in his seat. 

One week later he gets a Howler from his father at breakfast, disgracing him. Apparently there’s no easy way to force the school to resort him, so clearly it’s his fault for not being Slytherin enough. Harry flicks a piece of bacon into the moving envelope’s ‘mouth’ and makes it choke. Ron shakes his head in dubious discomfort, but claps him on the shoulder and tells him that his father shouldn’t be yelling at him for being sorted somewhere other than expected.

Fred and George converge on the three of them, and somehow, the children of Arthur Weasley talk to the scion of the house of Malfoy, the son of the only man Arthur could truly be said to hate, and realize they’re all Gryffindors now.

Ron sighs and complains that Draco snores, and he’d been looking forward to sleeping in a room without obnoxious noises at night. Draco snaps back that at least he remembers to pick up his laundry each night, and somehow, in the fashion of children, the family rivalry is dismissed without really being brought up. Draco isn’t quite sure how he got stuck here, but apparently this is happening.

And maybe it’s not as bad as it seems.

on draco malfoy's patronus being a thestral

I AM HERE TO ANSWER YOUR CALLS thestral may seem like a badass / very strange choice of a patronus for draco but I am here to explain WHY I think it should be draco’s patronus!!! I’d love to hear your thoughts / have people elaborate on my thoughts so feel free to!

First off, I feel like a lot of people brush off the idea of him having a thestral patronus because heck, why should draco malfoy of all people have a mythical creature? But that’s one of the reasons why i love it. We all know that draco would absolutely LOVE having a mythical patronus ( you know, being special ) but I stand strongly behind the idea that the ONE mythical patronus he would have never wanted is a thestral.

A patronus is suppose to be a representation of yourself, and why the hell would he like it if he had patronus that reminds him of the war? of him being a death eater? of what he had to do and what it ended up causing? it’s an irony i love to indulge in & think about. Rather than being stuck up and proud i personally think draco would have wished for anything else. I’m pretty sure draco would be the type who would pull a disgusted face if he saw a thestral rather than be happy by it. He wouldn’t want to show this patronus off. Like, can you imagine? Pansy pestering him to show her, “wow i bet it’s a fucking ferret, isn’t it”, and when she actually sees it everything goes to shit because of fucking course, draco malfoy out of all people would have a thestral patronus, that even the embodiement of his happiest memory and his soul would link back to the horrors of the war and what he’s done.

Thestrals as you all know are considered to be dangerous, omens of misfortune and only visible to those who have seen death. They are quite literally representative of death. It spells out /evil/ and /bad/ no matter how you look at how the world portrays them.

This is where I’m grateful for Luna Lovegood. We’ve all seen a different side to the thestrals in the films, with Luna stating that “they’re quite gentle, really, but people tend to avoid them because they’re a bit…different.” Thestrals externally look ghostly, grim with them being dark & skeletal all the way through ( this could be another reason why draco = thestral but i’m not making that connection LOL ) if we place in on a canon timeline, the only place where draco would /really/ be trying to conjure a patronus would be after the war, and keeping that in mind it makes a lot of sense. It’s not a big stretch to say that post-war draco became an image of the war, with him being a death eater. His past haunts him, with people only seeing into his image of a death eater without acknowledging him trying his best to redeem himself.

The whole idea of a thestral being a creature that is representive of death & misfortune but also having the ability to be a person’s patronus, basically the opposite of what a thestral is known for, is SUCH a good way of describing draco. The image of post-war draco malfoy is like the image of a thestral in a flowerfield, they stand out too much for their setting of peace despite them not doing anything but being themselves. People fear/hate thestrals and they can’t help it, just as people can’t help but slap “death eater” on draco.

BUT! despite their external appearances thestrals are gentle, extremely loyal…and cutting away at the war and everything else we know draco is loyal. He is so loyal to his family, and even if its /bad/ he wouldn’t hesitate to defend them even if it’s by taunting / mocking the person. He loves them, and this goes both ways - maybe it’s him being prideful of his blood heritage because of how he was raised, or maybe he truly really loves his family ( which i definitely think he goddamn does ). Thestrals can be representative of both, they are attracted to the smell of blood but will also become aggressive if they view someone as a threat to themselves, their friends or even their owner.

It makes sense that draco’s patronus would be a gentle, misunderstood being who sometimes does the wrong thing out of love, or fear, but for a reason that isn’t purely “ because i wanted to”. I just really like the idea of a thestral both symbolising draco’s deeper, hidden parts that he’s too scared to show to the world while also simultaneously being able to represent his life and what he experiences.

I also do think it’ll be a nice way to make draco get over the horrors of war and let go of his past and just live. Draco coming to terms with him having a thestral patronus would practically be him coming to terms with who he is and the mistakes he’s made.

And just to add onto everything above : draco was owner of the elder wand at a point ( thestral hair core ), and thinking about when he was the owner and what was happening at the time, i think everything works out nicely.

All in all i just think thestral is a really clever choice for draco, and clever just so happens to work perfectly for him.

EDIT: ALL THIS AND I FORGOT TO EVEN MENTION THE FACT THAT THESTRALS ARE CLEVER

Sometimes a monarchy is just a gay guy and his emotional support mean lesbians

Luka: so I guess you break my heart yet again for this episode

Marinette: *looks at Script*

Marinette: huh, I guess it doesn’t phase me anymore

Luka: me neither

Marinette:

Luka:

Marinette: so...

Luka: still wanna come over after shooting this episode, babe?

Marinette: sure, but let’s get takeout tonight too

Luka: obviously

That’s it. I fixed the show.

*gives them crumbs*

Someone pls gif TK hugging Carter after the shootout win. Pls. My entire life depends on it.

pink parrots. You agree

I forgot to post this! Enjoy my elfman collage

A Thought: Merlin learning how to carve wood after Balinor leaves him the little dragon carving in “The Last Dragonlord.”

It takes a while before he can look at the tiny wooden figure without it just hurting, but after weeks and months, the ache eases into something almost bearable.

One night, he’s lying in bed with the little dragon balanced on his chest (he’s named it Charlie) and has the thought to maybe try it for himself. The first few times he tries, he can’t even start because thinking of his father makes his eyes sting too much to see, but he gets past it. His first few attempts are…not so good, but lucky for him, there is literally never a shortage of wood to be found in this castle, so he has plenty of supplies to try again.

The first carving he make that actually comes out mostly right is a dragon, of course. He calls it Thatcher, and it goes on his windowsill next to Charlie. Then he makes a teeny-tiny baby dragon, calls it Kite, and puts it between Thatcher and Charlie to make a family, see?

Once he gets better, he starts colouring them a little, using bits of whatever he can find to act as a stain, even nicking the occasional bit of paint. And he starts giving them to people, too.

Gaius gets a stern-faced owl, complete with little feathery eyebrows. “Because you’re so wise, see?” Merlin gets a full dose of the Eyebrow then, but the owl goes on the mantelpiece and stays there.

The next person to get one is Gwen, a cat with a crooked tail and a little notch taken out of one ear. She almost cries when he gives it to her because she had told Merlin about her childhood pet so long ago, she hadn’t thought he would ever remember. It looks just like Buttons, too. He even remembered the missing whiskers on one side.

Leon gets a lion for his nameday. Not a roaring, ferocious lion, but one that is stretched out for a nap with its head on its paws, and it even looks like it’s smiling a little, too. There’s little markings to suggest its mane is curly, too. “You’ve still got the better hair, though,” Merlin teases. Leon doesn’t say anything, but after that, he counts Merlin as his friend, not just a companion.

When Lancelot finally returns to Camelot, he gets a gryphon, of course, exacting down to its hooked beak and tufted tail, eagle wings spread and crouched as if ready to pounce. Merlin doesn’t say anything when he gives it to him, only smiles and hugs him tight. Whenever Lancelot looks at it, he remembers blue fire and murmurs, “Bregdan anweald gafeluc.”

Elyan gets a hart with majestic antlers, carved from pale wood that’s almost white, somehow stately and elegant in stillness. It makes him smile every time he sees it; no one else believes him when he tells the story of the time he saw a white hart in the Darkling Wood, always say that he’s making it up. The hart goes on a shelf next to a cat with a crooked tail and a notched ear.

Gwaine’s carving is a fox, made from reddish-brown wood, and Merlin has somehow made it look fluid even though it doesn’t move, sleek and playful and mischievous and cleverer than anyone thinks. Gwaine isn’t a man to get attached to material things, but he never goes anywhere without it and even tucks it in the bottom of his saddlebags when they go on patrol.

Percival’s is the only one that has more than one piece. It’s actually three: a bear and two cubs, made to fit together so they look like they’re embracing. Merlin doesn’t say why, but Percival understands anyways, and for the first time, he can think about his family without it hurting so much.

Arthur notices that the others have each been given these little gifts, he’s heard them talking about it whenever another one has been given, and he can’t help but feel a little hurt at his lack of such a gift. Even though it bothers him, he never asks, because princes don’t ask for things, and he isn’t going to order Merlin to give him something when his manservant obviously makes them with such careful affection and gives them with equal thought. So he says nothing of it and lets it be, ignoring how it makes him ache.

It isn’t until months, years, later that Merlin finally comes to him one night, head bowed and feet shuffling, turning something small over in his hands, and it takes him almost ten minutes before he can step forward and set it on the desk. Arthur says nothing, knowing the importance of stillness and silence, and picks it up with care.

It’s his mother’s seal, replicated with such exacting perfection that were it not for the grain of the wood, he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the two side-by-side. Until he turns it over, that is. Because the other side bears another seal: a triskele, like unto what the Druids mark themselves with, except this one is formed not of coiled spirals, but three snarling dragon heads.

“My father’s seal, sigil of his house, my house,” Merlin says softly, so low it could’ve been imagined.

For a long time, there’s silence in the chamber, broken only by the muffled crack and pop of the fire, the faintest sound of their breathing. Arthur sweeps his thumb over one dragon-head, tracing the sharp sweep of its horn with his thumbnail, then holds it out to Merlin. “Put this somewhere Aithusa won’t chew on it, will you?” he says softly, curling his fingers around the other man’s hand, strong and warm and familiar, smooth-carved wood pressed between their palms. “And come to bed.”

A soff Cassunzel pic I did last month or so.

… Although in the context I have it doesn’t end nice since it’s part of my Moongene/DemonCass AU..

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other girls: respectable hut at the edge of the village, uncursing wells, turning into a black cat to steal into a tyrant’s bedchambers and assassinate him in his sleep

me: no familiar, crushing my herbs with a rock i picked up outside, trying to make casual conversation with crows but they keep predicting my death instead

au i needed out of my system

cursed animagus who could transform back only if he will learn how to feel genuine care for other.

Listen, I love working at Black Mesa, but they're really making me do some stupid anomalous materials report THE DAY BEFORE I go on vacation :/ Worse still, the experiment hasn't even finished yet, so I have to wait for them to get it done to even start writing most of it :p Well, at least it's May and not December - less to be stressed about than if they were to do this to me then LOL

despite everything, its still you

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semi-humanized attendant :] my current fix on fnaf actually started with him

Feminist fantasy is funny sometimes in how much it wants to shit on femininity for no goddamned reason. Like the whole “skirts are tools of the patriarchy made to cripple women into immobility, breeches are much better” thing.

(Let’s get it straight: Most societies over history have defaulted to skirts for everyone because you don’t have to take anything off to relieve yourself, you just have to squat down or lift your skirts and go. The main advantage of bifurcated garments is they make it easier to ride horses. But Western men wear pants so women wearing pants has become ~the universal symbol of gender equality~)

The book I’m reading literally just had its medievalesque heroine declare that peasant women wear breeches to work in the field because “You can’t swing a scythe in a skirt!”

Hm yes story checks out

peasant women definitely never did farm labour in skirts

skirts definitely mean you’re weak and fragile and can’t accomplish anything

skirts are definitely bad and will keep you from truly living life

no skirts for anyone, that’s definitely the moral of the story here

A city where necromancy is legal and actually a part of every day society. So long as you follow a specific set of laws to make it seem a bit more ethical, you’re allowed to use it to do anything from helping you in a fight, to helping you run your business. In fact, there are entire shops or restaurants where the staff are undead. Laws to handle the undead could be things like:

• The corpses used cannot have flesh on them for sanitary reasons, especially in the case of businesses. Those who raise undead who are more than just bone will face a fine dependent on their situation.

• Similar to how people can donate their bodies to science, or donate their organs to those in need, people can choose to donate their bodies to necromancers before their death.

• If it is unknown if a person wished for their body to be donated after death, and they have been dead for 150+ years, you’re allowed to raise them. If next of kin is still alive, you must get permission from them first.

• You must take care of the undead in your charge. Keep them clean and unbroken. If one of them starts to get too much wear and tear, you are required by law to respectfully lay them back down to rest. Failure to do this will get you a hefty fine.

Ninakate on top‼️‼️

It has happened

Vil won my poll so here he is!