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Happy Valentine’s! SIAT Draco and his parents plz

inspired by this fanart

Harry wakes up alone in Draco's bed, the red tinged light of the year's first sunrise falling through the windows. He pushes himself up, glancing towards the bathroom, but it's quiet and the lights are off. The place beside him is still warm, so he couldn't have gotten too far. He could just go back to bed, it's not like anything happened to Draco in his own house, but they've only been asleep for a couple hours at best and he wants to know where his soulmate has gotten to.

He slides on a pair of Draco's silk sleeping pants before leaving the room, creeping softly down the hallway. He almost calls Winky, who could tell him where Draco is immediately, but he knows the elves were all working extra hard to prepare for the New Year's party. His is first guess is the kitchens, and then maybe the library.

He doesn't even make it that far. Instead he sees Draco sitting a couple stairs from the bottom, leaning forward to look into the entryway.

"Draco," he starts, but Draco jerks back twists to look at him, eyes wide a hand to his lips.

Harry frowns but nods, silently descending the stairs to sit next to him. It helps that nothing in the Malfoy Manor creaks. Draco presses their knees together, absently reaching out to tangle their hands together. He mirrors Draco's position, peaking around the edge of the wall.

The curtains all open, letting the weak light pour into the room and lighting it up in shades of soft red and orange.

There's music coming from somewhere and in the middle of the room is Draco's parents. They've both discarded their overrobes and Lucius has folded the arms of his shirt back to his elbows.

They're dancing, but not touching, their blank arms held behind their backs and their soulmarks on display as their hands and forearms are raised and so close it almost looks like their dragons are twined together as they circle each other across the room. They move so easily together, not only like they know each move their partner is going to make, but as if they've done this a thousand times and are planning to do it a thousand more.

"This is my favorite part," Draco whispers, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder.

There's a shift to the music and Narcissa steps an inch closer, clasping hands with Lucius as he reaches out to grab her hand at the small of her back, pulling her almost flush against him, neither of them missing a single step or stumbling even with the bottom of Narcissa's dress in the way.

They never look away from one another.

Harry rests his head against Draco's. "Mine too."

#screaming #amazing #siat #speechless

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#hoops it me

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#lotr

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stand alones:

Inspired by this post by @shanastoryteller

#rocky #siat #trying to neaten them all up to create a higher quality full piece #wanted to call this the ladies but didn’t feel like fixing Janet #damnit janet #and colombia needs work still #but #but but #but but butt #shanastoryteller #mine

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#every Christmas #love this #just good things

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survival is a talent universe

Inspired by this post by @shanastoryteller

#hp #siat #rhps #meets survival is a talent #hp fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #ron weasley #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #millicent bulstrode

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Happy Halloween ! Siat with ghost(s) ?

Newly Headless Nick thought that being part of the Headless Hunt was all he ever wanted, would make him part of something, would mean he was more than just another wrongfully killed man who couldn't let go enough to move on.

"I'd have to leave Hogwarts? Forever?" he says. "But - but I'm the Gryffindor ghost!"

He sneers. "A companion to children, how sweet. Do you want to be part of the Hunt or not?"

Not, it turns out.

They're all a bunch of assholes anyway.

#every single time shana touches this cursed universe #she finds a way to bring to right some small injustice from my childhood #fix argus and dudley next shana #i bet you could #siat #hp #shanastoryteller #fuck jk*

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yesssssss.

also—

lily evans is hortentia caracalla.

her practical experiments were on harry.

fucking brilliant.

Just a random thought about Survival is a talent :

Harry and Draco are both marrying their mom

Harry is pretty violent/angry but would never hurt those he loves, but would raise hell on anyone who hurts them. Like Narcissa.

Draco is wickedly clever and smart, nerdy af and aloof, which is probably what Lily was like.

Never tell them that.

#siat #survival is a talent #hp #this is gd hilarious #smh #idiots

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Inspired by this post by @shanastoryteller

#done enough #siat #hp #rocky horror #mine #I love hermione so much here it balances out how unfinished the piece is #this is such a cute ask #we are so lucky for this fic #shanastoryteller #survival is a talent

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I just had a truly horrible realization. I was talking about the worldbuilding in fma with someone the other day, and they mistakenly said it took place during the Victorian era, or Amestris’s equivilant to it.

I, being a lover of fashion history as well as an insufferable pedant, corrected them by saying that both the year(s) it takes place in as well as many of the technological and cultural influences seen in the world are actually more in line with the subsequent, much shorter era known as the…

the Edwardian era.

God fucking dammit.

#screaming #fma

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Love Like The Galaxy (dir. Fei Zhen Xiang)

#lltg #love like the galaxy #love this #reminded me of that moment in Casablanca #the Germans wore grey. you wore blue. 🩵

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sometimes i think about what sarek’s parenting style must have been like on a day to day basis. [ID in alt] (twitter)

#ohmfg #star trek #lollololol

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You over Her [not as a body but as a steeple]

#god this is lovely

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AU where Sokka’s high-on-cactus-juice encounter with the giant mushroom takes a dark turn. (Also he has a gun)

based on this beautiful tumblr post

bonus:

#sokka #atla #yessssssss #tumblr #epic histories #you cannot kill me in any way that matters

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Happy pride! SIAT, PLEASE!

The bell above the door jingles and Florean frowns. "Sorry, we're closed!" he shouts, coming out from the back.

Severus shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it on the nearest table.

Florean glances at the door. "That was locked."

"Not well," he replies but twitches his index finger towards the door and the lock turns with a heavy click, a shower of golden sparks around the doorknob the sign of something more heavy duty than a simple locking spell.

It's been a decade since Severus was sixteen and his grumpiest employee and sometimes he looks his age and times like this he reminds him so much of that teenager it's endearing to worrying.

"Something wrong?" he asks.

Severus sits himself on the stool across from him then lays his head down on the counter. "I hate kids."

This is neither surprising nor new information. He hadn't liked children even when he was one. Florean's a fan of them himself, but he also doesn't have to teach them. "Bit weird of a career choice then."

Severus grunts. They've had this conversation before. Florean's never been able to get an answer that made any sense out of him.

"You can have your old job back," he says, as if Severus couldn't make significantly more money than he's making now easily, considering he's potions master and the caliber of master that he is. Several development labs have him on a roster to receive a yearly offer from them. "You have to wear the hat though."

He turns his head enough to glare at him with one dark eye. "I didn't even wear the hat when I was teenager."

"You did," he says, "for two whole days. It was really quite impressive. I was impressed."

Severus's cheek twitches in a way that almost counts as a smile.

"I'll get the firewhiskey then?" he offers.

"We can do better than that," Severus answers, pushing himself upright and stepping back behind the counter and into the mixing room.

"Please don't blow anything up," Florean says as he trails behind him. It's not worth it trying to stop him, especially since with any luck h'll end the night with a new flavor.

Severus doesn't make any promises, but he's used to that.

#severus snape #siat #this blog is now Snape-neutral?? #weird #thanks shana

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if Sedna is the Inuit goddess of the underworld, does that mean that the mothers are like ancient shamans?? you talk about harry carrying around some tiger and/or dragon bones in a bottomless pouch, and I cannot help but think of the Inuit belief in familiars. not sure if Sedna does, but I vaguely recall a few of the gods cary around waterskins with the spirit of an animal associated with them

gosh siat is just the gift that keeps on giving 🤍🩵

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#YAES #siat #ty shana

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"olivia didn't invent the collider she actually stole the spot's work and took the credit" how could you say that. that wasn't necessary, spider-verse 2. this is why women get pushed out of stem

#smh #hashtag feminism