remember to always be an annoying feminist killjoy bitch. do not stop.
“not all men” yeah, if I was a man I would never
Drunk Ginny's not so secret desires
Ginny could consume a reasonable amount of alcohol before she got drunk, at least if you took into consideration her complete body mass. Considering her short stature, it wasn’t all that much-—she was a bit lightweight. Something she was in denial of, and Harry was completely aware of.
She got combative with random people when she was drunk enough but if he was near, she was pretty docile and snuggly. So the safest thing for him to do was to stay in the booth with her and let her cuddle into his side while he watched his even drunker friends dance and spill beer over themselves.
“I want to have your babies.”
Harry’s gaze snapped down. “What?” he asked, not sure if he had heard her correctly.
“Your babies, Harry,” she said, slipping her hand over his chest.
His eyebrows rose in surprise. “What about your career?”
“I can do both,” she let out a very indignant tipsy huff. “Obviously.”
He chuckled. “Right. I’m sorry for questioning your capabilities.”
“We’d make cute babies,” she continued. “They’d have your brave heart and my...” She looked down at herself.
Harry waited to see what she was going to pick.
“My great hair.”
He squeezed her closer. “That’d be lovely.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice, Harry?” she said. “You’d be part of a family, with me. I’d look cute pregnant.” She whispered excitedly. “We could have a whole bunch of them!”
He set his coke down and sat up, holding her to him. “I’m taking you home.”
She got up with him. “To make babies?”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head. He pulled his leather jacket off the hook and wrapped it around her shoulders. “You’re on the potion.”
Her expression froze. “Oh.”
“We could practice though.”
Ginny’s eyes widened. “That’s very important,” she said with a tone of severity.
“Indeed.” He grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”
Hermione appeared, smiling. “You’re going?”
“I’ve got to take her home,” Harry said, ignoring Ginny’s tugging on his hand.
She nodded excitedly. “We’re going to make babies.”
Hermione’s amused gaze slipped from him to her.
“That’s why,” Harry deadpanned.
Hermione laughed. “Yeah, don’t want to let her running loose like that.”
“Precisely,” Harry said with a chuckle, letting Ginny pull him towards the door.
“Oh, and Harry?” Hermione called his attention for another moment.
He turned towards her. “Yeah?”
“Don’t make any babies.”
Ginny popped her head out from behind his back. “Can’t make any promises.”
Harry shook his head. “She’s joking.”
Hermione bit back her smile. “I don’t think she is.”
“That’s the worrying part,” Harry said with a smile. He turned back to Ginny. “Come on, you.”
He waved once again as he let Ginny pull him out of the pub. He apparated them home and kicked off his shoes.
Ginny came up to him and wrapped her arms around him, her hands sensually running down his back.
“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”
She batted her eyelashes at him. “I know you can handle me.”
I need straight people to shut the fuck up about chappell roan. I'm tired. "She's not using her platform" she was raising money for gaza at concerts with her friendship bracelets. "She's using the queer community" bitch she's a lesbian drag queen she IS the community. "She's so entitled now" she literally just won a Grammy and used that speech advocating for living wages and healthcare for all artists. What the fuck are you doing? Other than tone policing people actually putting the work in?
Path to healing
You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled
Hit that.
Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern
Yes.
Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in
Tumblr will follow up and help them.
This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.
I don't ask for much, all I want is a list of how many times I have been killed in kiss marry kill
"No, you can't stay, its girls night"