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whatsmyline-pb · 24 days
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No One Knows
Finally finished my second edit and ofc it’s a TommyAlfie edit 🫶🏻. Song is No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age.
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whatsmyline-pb · 28 days
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Nothing disrupts the reading experience more than using “the younger man”, “his lover”, “the professor” etc. throughout a fic.
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whatsmyline-pb · 29 days
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Classic and amazing! Love Draco loosing his mind over Harry being HAF 😂
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When Harry dresses formally for once
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whatsmyline-pb · 1 month
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Oh god I’m so nervous. Let’s go Cillian!!
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Cillian Murphy, Oscar Wilde Awards
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(Thx @cillianmarchive)
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whatsmyline-pb · 1 month
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I need to discuss the insanity that is Harry Potter’s trauma. So without further ado, I’ll delve in.
General childhood trauma:
-Orphaned and raised from age one in general neglect and abuse
-Specifically: confined to a Cupboard, denied food, physically and emotionally abused, full on neglected
-In the end and throughout via Dumbledore/Hogwarts: Under constant life-threatening situations, subject to authority figures disabusing and denying his realities, used as “pig for slaughter”, and having truths constantly withheld from him.
Deaths witnessed first-hand:
Mom and dad
Cedric
Sirius
Dumbledore
Hedwig
Dobby
Crabbe
Snape
Other deaths, unwitnessed but still v. emotionally damaging:
Mad-Eye
Tonks
Remus
Lavender Brown
Colin Creevy
Fred Weasley
Kills:
In first year! Quill, however unintentional
Peter, same but during war
Voldemort, nuff said
And I mean…Harry walked willingly to his own death after all of this…Wtf? It’s not even that surprising he was able to embrace it, heartbreakingly. In my mind Harry’s fatalistic… like, yeah, this has been a 17-year shit show, fuck it I’m done. But also the opposite…isn’t he also like, I’ve suffered enough, give me a goddamn break? What do I even owe you, you assholes? And he just takes it. Truly a testament to a character who embodies heroism and selflessness to an unhealthy degree.
Anyways, all of this equates to the most fucked up human ever IMO. PTSD galore on so many fronts and I don’t even know where to begin but so desperately want to write a fic that encompasses dealing with all this trauma (it’s soooo much Aaaahh!) It seems near impossible to do without a ridiculous amount of trauma-dumping.
Which is also to say: I have a problem with canon-compliant, post-HP stuff. It’s all too pretty-with-a-bow-on-top, even considering the Cursed Child story-line. Harry marrying Ginny, having three kids and becoming an Auror is just…absurd. At least without some otherness. Be it crazy trauma porn or something smaller that devolves his present/future scenario into chaotic nothingness turned into something else far more sturdy. Because in no world do I feel Harry ever should be an Auror, at not least long-term. (Which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy well-written fics where he is an Auror for the duration or not, don’t get me wrong!)
But thank god for fandom exploring all these things. Because TERF JK prettily wrapping things up does not compute to the insane amount of trauma she’s introduced.
Fight me. Agree with me. Land somewhere in between. Curious about your thoughts! 😘
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whatsmyline-pb · 2 months
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One thing I love dearly and also cringe about with a fandom like Drarry is its vastness. I’ll think I’ve read everything out there worth reading and then BAM! I find a superb fic which leads me to a treasure trove of the author’s other work and it’s such a joy. And then, because of said vastness, I lament at how under-appreciated the relatively ‘unknown’ author’s works are— there’s nothing I appreciate more than a good writer getting well-deserved props!
One such case is author @doubleappled whose every work is brilliant and lovely and beautifully written. I stumbled across a fic of theirs via a long-ago rec from @sitp-recs and dove delightfully headfirst into everything else they’ve ever written. (Note: sign in, there’s a lot of locked fics) What luck! What hidden gems!!
Calling out to some amazing staples of the fandom to share and get this writer the love they deserve!! @lqtraintracks @wolfpants @the-sinking-ship @the-starryknight @dracoismytrashson
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whatsmyline-pb · 2 months
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Snippet: A Tofie Tennis AU
Ok it’s been like… two years since a I dreamed up a tennis AU where Tommy and Alfie meet on the ATP circuit, Tommy the new hot shot star and Alfie returning from early retirement years after a brutal injury. Romance and angst obviously ensue. I’ve the entire thing written in my mind which means, naturally, the only part I have actually written is the closing scene.
I’ve finally decided, screw it, I’ll give away the sappy ending and if I ever do fully write it so be it— you all will know how it ends but the angst-with-a-happy-ending tag would’ve spoiled it anyways. So here we are, hope you enjoy these two lovesick idiots at the US Open Championships!
Fourth match point and Tommy’s not sure how he’s not yet passed out. He’s barely breathed since the first and now three deuces and advantages later his heart is wild in his chest, thumping so strong he could choke on it. Fuck, if the watching isn’t worse than being down there himself, nerves rattling and mind racing but at least in control.
Alfie bounces the ball. Once, twice. Three times. Then it’s sailing upwards and Alfie’s reaching, the taut lines of his body stretched and on full display, and then he’s collapsing in, racket snapping down and…
It’s a perfect serve, right up the middle, curving spectacularly after the bounce. Alfie lands with a wince and this has to be it, there’s no chance of return. But Federer stretches impossibly out, just barely meets it with his racket to make the return. The ball clips the tip of the net: for a moment it is sure to drop over. But it doesn’t. It spins back and—
“Game, set, championship, Solomons.”
The crowd is on its feet, Tommy too, his heart in his throat, eyes stinging. A deafening roar fills the stadium.
Alfie falls to his elbows and knees, head cradled in his arms, face pressed against the hard court. His body heaves with deep, long shudders.
Sarah’s wrapped around Tommy, jumping and sobbing, crying out, “he did it he did it he did it!”
Tommy holds her with one arm but he pays her no heed beyond that. His only focus is Alfie, still bent on the court. Still gasping for air and trembling. Tommy knows it well. The relief of a win. The flood of emotion that comes after so much determination, so much exhaustion; fighting through pain, both mental and physical. A battle that Alfie’s been waging for years. Tommy wishes he were there, beside him, holding him close.
Alfie sits back on his knees, tips his head to the sky and smiles through his tears. He plants his racket to the court to push himself up and falters, sinking back down, pain lancing across his face. A slight gasp from the crowd and Tommy’s lurching forward but then Federer is hopping the net, his own eyes heavy with tears, and he’s at Alfie’s side, grip under his arm, pulling him to stand.
The crowd goes even more wild.
An embrace of hands to shoulders, unheard words exchanged— for a moment Tommy’s desperately envious. It should be him at Alfie’s side, supporting his weight, sharing private whispers. But then Alfie pulls away, searches the crowd, and finds him. Their gazes lock.
Tommy's world narrows. The roar of Arthur Ashe Stadium dulls to a buzz. Alfie’s eyes are wet and red-rimmed but bright. Laced with agony but also triumph and joy and warmth.
Tommy jerks his head—get the fuck over here— and Alfie’s smile broadens. He disengages from Federer, limps his way off the court. It’s fucking slow motion, Alfie making his way toward them. He stumbles into the stands, makes his way up to their box under a flurry of hands and congratulatory thumps on the back. He winces with every step.
But then he’s there, just feet away.
Sarah gets to him first. She throws her arms around him and Alfie returns her embrace. He’s looking at Tommy over her shoulder, though, eyes never leaving his, lips stretched wide.
“You came,” he says.
Tommy shrugs. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
Alfie slips out of Sarah’s arms. Starts toward Tommy but then hesitates.
Well, fuck that. Tommy's heart is too full and his arms too empty. He nods again and Alfie flings himself at him, arms gripping ‘round his waist, pulling him close and up off his feet. Tommy laughs. Tears wet his neck where Alfie sinks his face in. Tommy threads his fingers into sweat-soaked hair.
“You did so fucking good, Alfie.” Alfie’s shaking around him. “Fucking proud of you.” A huff and Alfie’s pulling back, only just so, and there's nothing between them but smiles and shared breaths.
“I did it,” Alfie says, dazed and blinking. “And you’re here.”
And yeah, fuck it. Tommy doesn’t give a shit anymore. How could he with Alfie looking at him like that and the euphoria coursing through him like the win were his own? With days spent apart that felt like months?
He leans forward and presses his lips to Alfie’s. Just a peck really. Prolonged, sure, but close-lipped and chaste. Yet it’s somehow just as fulfilling as that first time he sank down over Alfie’s hard length, so full and free.
Tommy’s only reminded of the crowd when he pulls away and the roar around him surges back in, more deafening than he’s ever heard it. Hoots and hollers that dwarf the chant of Alfie’s name. He lets go reluctantly and smiles; gives Alfie a shove. It’s his day.
“Go on, then. You’ve a trophy to claim.”
Alfie winks at him. It’s sexy as fuck. Then— in true, cringe-worthy Alfie-fashion— says:
“Pretty sure I already did.”
Not for the first time, Tommy really hates how much he loves him.
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whatsmyline-pb · 2 months
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whatsmyline-pb · 3 months
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Just spent an hour with a glass of wine and staring into nothingness dreaming of a Firefighter!Alfie AU who is best friends with Ada and driving Tommy to the brink of insanity by forcing him to confront his desires. Will it get written? Hard-tellin’. Was it an hour well spent? Undoubtedly.
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whatsmyline-pb · 3 months
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Wtfffff! Is this the best night ever!? First I find a new @the-sinking-ship fic over 100k and now there’s one from @lqtraintracks over 40k? My weekend is COMPLETE!
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Omg it's reveals!!!! I was so excited to participate in @hd-erised this year again! I loved writing this fic for the completely lovely @xx-thedarklord-xx (a little more on that below) and being a part of everything with all the other kickass participants (I will be reblogging my incredible gift art again later as well because HOLY SHIT Y'ALL)! I want to thank the mods so very much for running things so smoothly, putting in countless hours of hard work, and being awesome!
The super talented @nv-md made this gorgeous banner! Thank you so much; you know I was a'flailing! She was also my beta along with yet another rockstar, @capipuff, and I can't thank the two of you enough! <3333 Okay onward with the deets!
Title: Jasmine in Bloom Author: Me Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, background Ron/Hermione, background Dean/Seamus Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~41,500 Tags: Werewolf Harry Potter; Creature Fic; Tattoos; Tattoo Artist Draco Malfoy; Landscaper Harry Potter; Magical Theory; UST; Meddling Friends; Nonbinary Characters (not Harry or Draco); Disability; Assistive Devices; Chronic Pain; Recreational Drug Use; Clubbing; Bowling; Hung Harry; Humor; Mild Angst; Jealousy; Soulmates; Brief Mention of Animal Deaths; Bisexual Draco Malfoy; Bisexual Harry Potter; Wanking; Inappropriate Erections; Shaving; Blood; Buff Harry; the man is ripped okay; Disaster Wolf Harry; Hot Werewolf Harry; he contains multitudes; Himbo Harry Potter; but also; Powerful Harry Potter; Magical Genius Harry Potter; Competency Kink; Himbo Kink; Frottage; Blow Jobs; Deep Throating; Face Fucking; Rimming; Anal Sex; Werewolf/Human Sex; Knotting; Creampie; Post-Hogwarts; Alternating POV, Alcohol, Spitting, Slapping, Creature Prejudice, Internalised Creature Prejudice, Shame, Anger Issues, Breaking and Entering, Invasion of Privacy, Sparring, Rough Sex Summary: This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn. Author's Notes: XxTheDarkLordxX, now that I can squee openly about it, I loved your sign-up SO MUCH! Tattoos; creatures; soulmates; magical theory; Neville, Goyle, and Luna; 'Maybe Harry is a lesson Draco didn't know he needed'; 'Plotting by friends brings them together'; and 'Opposites that discover that not everything is quite what it seems. The things that separate them also bring them together and show their dichotomy.' Those were all the things I tried to cram in here, and I had SO MUCH FUN doing it! You were a pleasure to write for. Also, there is a spoiler tag in the end notes if any of you are the sort who can’t stand not knowing! It’s not anything in relation to any of the major archive warnings or other content warnings, though, rest assured. I think it's better to go in not knowing right off the bat. ;) Anyway, enough talk! Enjoy! <333
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whatsmyline-pb · 3 months
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Ahhhh it’s felt like AGES that I’ve been anticipating this new ‘hinted-at’ work from @the-sinking-ship and I’ve JUST realized that it’s HERE and it’s 10:30pm and will I spend the night sleepless and reading all 118k of it??? Yes, yes I will. Will it be absolutely amazing, like all of Sly’s works? Not a doubt in my mind. Gaaah!! My excitement has no bounds.
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Never Mind the Bollocks by The_Sinking_Ship
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: E
Wordcount: 118K
Collection: H/D Erised 2023, @hd-erised
Tags: found family, friends with benefits, slow burn, they were roommates, reluctant celebrity Harry Potter, not-so-reluctant celebrity Draco Malfoy, clubbing, drinking, smoking, drugs, parties, running from the cops, Harry rides a skateboard, jealousy, action, banter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Viktor Krum, Oliver Wood, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, Astoria Greengrass, Dean Thomas, OCs (seriously, the gang's all here)
Summary:
If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked.
And yet, here he was.
Notes: This fic was written for @shiftylinguini as a part of the Erised 2023 gift exchange! Big thanks to my betas @mintawasalreadytaken and @drarrymyheart for corralling this monster and the Erised mods for their patience and hard work.
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whatsmyline-pb · 7 months
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😂❤️😍
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Stede straight up launching himself off the ship to get to Ed
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whatsmyline-pb · 7 months
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COCO!! I had to record the third set to go to a wedding. Wedding was beautiful, I did not cry. I BAWLED when I got home and watched this. ❤️💪🎾😭🤗❤️
Coco Gauff winning her 1st major title at the age of 19 is such an amazing accomplishment. She has finally arrived.
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whatsmyline-pb · 7 months
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And onto the FINALS!! Guys those last few games, holy shit… my nerves. Come scream with me!!!! ❤️🎾🤗
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Coco Gauff is the future, and the future is now!
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whatsmyline-pb · 9 months
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SUCH exciting news! ❤️❤️❤️
Hi! so sorry to bother you with this question, but I really miss reading your drarrys, are you planning to come back soon? Greetings <3
hi there!!
And yes, I'm coming back!! In fact, I never left! I've been working on a LONG gift fic for @sugareey-makes-stuff as my overdue Fandom Trumps Hate submission. It's a beast (looking to land around 100k), but I'm on the second draft so it should start posting before the end of the year.
I'm also signed up for a couple of anon fests that I'm keeping very hush-hush, but am SUPER excited about. So I'm actively writing almost every day and there will be new drarry fics from me very soon.
Thank you so much for asking!
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whatsmyline-pb · 1 year
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Yeeep.
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whatsmyline-pb · 1 year
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Flame
A Drarry Drabble. Tags: angst, near self-harm, hurt/comfort.
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Outside white flakes fall from the sky, hit pavement and melt away. Inside the fire before him isn’t enough. It cracks and pops and throws out heat, warms his skin. It’s only peripheral; too far removed. It’s smoke that curls up and away in tendrils just as fleeting as lives gone past.
All gone. Too many faces to name, whether known to him or not. Too often he’s back on that platform, naked and bathed in white light. Numb and alone.
He flicks open his lighter, searches for the bottom of the void lodged deep within him. Finds nothing. Just darkness, dank and cold. He moves his hand forward, over the heat.
Closer now, the flame is a promise. A beacon of hope. So near, less than an inch, and he might find it; that sweet relief of crashing over jagged edges. Another ship wrecked but at least splinters that speak to something, anything.
Soft fingers graze his shoulders, make him jump, the flame flicking out. They work their way down his arms, over his wrists, into his hands. Pull back from his grip the hard metal of the lighter.
“None of that, Potter,” Draco says, his words a warm whisper against Harry’s neck. “I’ve got something better.”
Draco guides him back to bed. Settles him against fluffed pillows and goose down covers and strips him bare. He makes his way over him, around him, through him, achingly slow. Smooth lips and light touches and murmured praises. So tender Harry can hardly breathe.
It’s not the hurt that Harry's been chasing. Not the sharp stab of fire against his skin. But Harry still feels. He’s alive. He’s real. And perhaps it’s better, that the flame is lit by Draco and instead burns him from within.
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