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Ginny's run out of her good parchment and has been reduced to using something she dug out of the bottom of her trunk, hating the way her quill scratches over the rough surface. As though it isn’t punishment enough to be writing about History of Magic, she’s got to do it on this piece of rubbish.
“Bloody, buggering fu–” she swears as the point of her quill pierces a hole straight through her conclusion. Apt, probably - it had been flimsy at best. There’s a metaphor here, somewhere.
“Revision going well, then?”
The wry voice startles her so much that she nearly upends her bottle of ink all over her weak – in more ways than one – essay. “Fuck, Harry, I’d no idea you were there.”
She blinks up at him in surprise and finds him smirking, standing at the table she’s claimed in a corner of the library, looking adorably entertained by her plight. His bookbag is slung carelessly over his shoulder, his hair mussed, his stupid face made more handsome by the teasing lilt of his smile. Her heart flutters a bit, because that’s just what it always does with him. She ignores it valiantly, and hates him for it, a little.
“Sorry,” he says, though he sounds more amused than anything. “Mind if I sit?”
“Course,” she says, gesturing to the seat opposite. “Can’t guarantee there won’t be more swearing, though.”
He eyes her holey essay as he sits, jerking his head questioningly toward the parchment. “What’re you working on?”
“Something for Binns.”
“Ah, I’d be swearing, too.”
“Fucking hell, eh?”
They share a smile, and Ginny reckons she’d be better off writing an essay about that - the way she knows exactly when he’ll find something funny; the way jokes fall a bit flat when the punchline isn’t his eyes seeking her out, green and piercing and flickering with amusement. She’d fill the parchment with ease.
It’s easy to write about something you can’t stop reading into.
Just like she’s madly reading into the way he’s shown up here - no Ron, no Hermione - and sought her out, like it’s normal, like they’ve been doing this for years even though they haven’t. It feels like they have, though. That’s the worst part of it.
“What’re you doing here?” she asks, like he might just come right out and say it - to see you.
He doesn’t. She pretends that she can’t be disappointed by what she expects.
“Transfiguration,” he says darkly.
“Where’re Ron and Hermione, then?” she prods, picking at it like a scab, like a masochist. I wanted to get you alone, she urges him to say. I’ve been trying to all week and I haven’t even been subtle about it.
“Dunno,” he shrugs. Scabs bleed when you pick them, incidentally. “I can survive an evening without them, you know.”
“Can you? I don’t reckon your track record is all that spectacular on that front, if I’m honest.”
“Hey, I haven’t died even once.”
“Right,” she jokes. “Angling for a new nickname? ‘The Boy Who Hasn’t Died, Even Once’?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Rolls right off the tongue, that.”
“I’ll owl Rita for you. We can workshop something”
They smile.
She wants to shake him until he admits to it, confesses, like this thing brewing between them is a crime. She wants to lay all the evidence out in front of him, the aspiring Auror, and see what he makes of it. He can’t quip his way around the smiles and the banter and the looks he gives her. See, she’ll say, don’t you see?
He’s got shit vision.
They sit together for far longer than she’d planned to stay. At some point he adjusts in his seat, and his foot winds up touching hers, and he doesn’t even have the decency to move it. She fancies she can feel his warmth through their trainers, but no - it must be her own traitorous heart, frantically pumping warm blood to her foot like it’s the only part of her body that needs it, like the parts of her that aren’t touching him have ceased to matter because maybe they have.
Maybe she’s been distilled to the edge of her foot.
They talk about strategies for the Quidditch final, and OWLs, and argue playfully about which of her mum’s mince pies is the best. Ginny’s always fancied herself good at impressions, but she surprises even herself with her impression of easy nonchalance. All the while it’s building - each look, each smile, each easy joke they set each other up for feels like a firework she’s adding to the heap in her chest, ready to explode with the slightest spark.
You’ve got me alone, she tells him. Do something about it.
It’s nearly curfew. They start gathering their things, and still he hasn’t done anything. If he were any other boy, Ginny would cut through the bullshit herself, but something holds her back. She can’t fully articulate, unravel, why, but she needs him to be the one to admit it. She needs him to decide she’s worth the risk. He’s meant to be brave, isn’t he?
As she’s packing it away, Ginny remembers her abandoned essay, still punctured pathetically. She sighs, holds it up for Harry’s evaluation. “Think Binns’ll even notice?”
“Give it here,” he says, and she hands it over. He pulls his wand from his robes and waves it wordlessly, the gaping tear sewing itself together so it might never have been there. Ginny doesn’t know why she hadn’t thought to do that herself.
“Thanks. Only now, I’ve actually got to write a damn conclusion.”
He laughs and holds it back out to her. “You’re on your own.”
“Aren’t you meant to have a hero complex?” she quips, pushing the parchment back toward him. “Some useful saving-people thing? Have a go.”
To her immense surprise, he shoots her a wry smirk that sends a tingle through her stomach. “Alright.” He pulls out the quill he’d only just packed away, scrawls something at the bottom of her parchment, shielding it from view.
She’s gone utterly daft. Her heart is hammering in her chest, beating a tattoo on her ribcage; she wonders if her fingers are trembling as they reach across to take her essay back, fully convinced she’ll find the words Go out with me scribbled there.
In conclusion, he’d written, this essay is over.
She snorts, mostly at herself. She’s officially deluded. Cracked. What is wrong with her?
“Wow. Thanks for that,” she says drily. “How would Binns have known otherwise?”
He grins. “Anytime.”
“Totally unrelated, but do you offer refunds? Perhaps a voucher for another Harry Potter rescue at a later date?”
“Non-refundable. Sorry.”
“I’m going to be honest,” she lies. “I expected a better rescue than that.”
He shrugs. “You expect too much from The Boy Who Hasn’t Died, Even Once.”
She can’t help herself; she laughs. His eyes seek hers out - green, so green, twinkling with amusement and something that looks so fond. She’s going to set fire to the heap of fireworks in her chest, just to get it over with. She’ll explode in color, driven to madness by the boy who hadn’t died even once but who’d killed her, slowly, with smiles.
In conclusion, she thinks, I’m utterly fucked.
#hinny#canon compliant#hbp missing moment#it's still valentine's day somewhere#not here#but somewhere
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People have been bullying this woman and I’m livid. The fatphobia is off the charts. Can y’all please show her some love if you also use Twitter?
#people keep sharing her photo to get their followers to talk shit#UH UH#AHT AHT#not here#fatphobia#the little mermaid#she looks so sweet and beautiful#why would y’all choose to shit on her ?#leave her alone unless you plan to be fucking nice
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The art this chapter was so raw and almost messy, which is fantastic because I feel like it really added to the almost hopelessness of everything that has been happening to kuma.
#one piece#op 1098#op spoilers#one piece spoilers#one piece 1098#bartholomew kuma#ginny#jewelry bonney#one piece manga#ofc i was crying in the bathroom#also its so wild to me to get confirmation of sa and r*** within the story#like its been heavily implied#and like we as the reader KNOW that these things happen#but to get like confirmation and highlight that it happens just hit me so hard#in my head everytime i read something deep in the story#im like ok lets keep it pg13#not here bro#not here
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I've been seeing a growth on hatred towards Tubblings (Tubbo's community) in here. Aswell as some explicit hate towards Philza.
It's not a huge issue yet, but before it is: know that we don't tolerate plain hate in here and u will be reported. Tumblr HAS a report system that works.
You ARE responsible for the things you say online.
Doesn't matter if you're famous, or a public figure, or just a jane-doe. You're not just another number or comment and u will be held accountable.
Be gone trolls
#qsmp#tubbo#honestly I don't know where it's coming from or why#and I don't want to know either#qsmpblr is a safe space or God so help me#And I'm not talking about negative opinion toward a behavior or criticism#people have the right to disagree#it's healthy even#but hate speech? nah uh#not here#i also saw some weird hate to phil and the crows and immediately reported#and I'll say if the internet is causing such strong emotions and stress on ya it might be wise to take a break from it before u become sick#but don't make it other peoples problem#remember that there is a lot of kids and minors in this community#it's not cool to expose them to such behavior#you know what? I'll tag every streamer/community I can think of that has had hate thrown at them recently around twitter and here#badboyhalo#qsmp dapper#cellbit#oibagi#pactw#mikethelink#brazilians#quackity#philza#qsmp admins#qsmp empanada#qsmp sunny#qsmp leonarda#qsmp richarlyson
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Matthew 28:6 (NKJV) -
He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
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please stop asking me what the ending to Like Minds means. i don’t know 😭 i just work here
#i’ve got some pretty theories and overwhelmed tears for ya. but that’s all you’re getting out of me#this post is mainly about people on other social medias#not here#you guys seem to have a pretty good grasp on what you’re doing#nothing is scarier than getting a dm and the message preview says ‘hey i watched that film and was wondering if you could explain-‘#NOOO I CANNOT#i don’t even know what the fuck is going on please leave me to die in peace#like minds#nigel colbie#murderous intent#alex forbes#like minds 2006#murderous intent movie#tom sturridge#eddie redmayne
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Somewhere, I am alive.
Not here—where this
body burrows into itself,
but somewhere else.
Where the sinew knows
what’s expected and is grateful.
There—I dance,
and it does not hurt.
I move without thunder
in my chest.
I’m free to go out softly,
into the rest of it,
and live and live and live.
— From Winter, ‘Not Here’
#poetry#quotes#spilled ink#writerscreed#twcpoetry#love quotes#life quotes#existentialism#april#spring#chronic illness#disability#disabled poets department#poems from winter#poets on tumblr#text post#not here
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Fantastic boobs and where to find them
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the new installation into the "redraw willow every time you remember her existence". all the previous versions under the cut
i like seeing my art improve, what can i say
#i'm not even in the fandom anymore#but i do love redrawing stuff#roblox piggy#piggy willow#willow piggy#oh i should mention#the previous version is posted on my previous art account#not here#art
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oh my fuckng god
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“Comfort”
Everything’s the same colour in your bedroom. I can’t even see you when the light shines in. I just know you’re in there, somewhere. And I don’t bother to look anymore.
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Preston and his peculiar bedtime quirks :)
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(Pls zoom in and see all the details, I worked so hard on em-)
#slasher#slashers#chromeskull#laid to rest#jesse cromeans#Preston#preston laid to rest#crosses#jesse cromeans/preston#Preston is my fav chew you#I love himb sm#he’s like my son#I love making him suffer and gets comforted in the end#not here#not yet#but soon#Jesse’s mean as always#he’s the bf I won’t let my teenage son date#or take him to prom
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#‘‘WHERES [insert character]’’#NOT HERE#i can only fit so many people#bsd#dazai osamu#nakahara chuuya#nakajima atsushi#oda sakunosuke#ango sakaguchi#sigma#fyodor dostoevsky#kunikida doppo#fukuzawa yukichi#edogawa ranpo#and more#i’m too lazy to tag
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Matthew 28:6 (NKJV) -
He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
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Me: *showing my teacher my ear defenders*
Her: *shaking her head as she puts them on* Your autistic ass
(She has known me long enough to know this is an okay joke to make at me I promise)
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Do you guys have any advice for when you have an interpersonal conflict you literally dont know how to resolve. Like you literally cannot think of a way to resolve it and not have the other party hate you
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