Slytherins Appreciation Drawing 🐍

Anna's 2k Celebration:

Muke for Anonymous 

— s.r.m. @belovedbi

[ID: All daughters turn into blood thirsty hounds— after years of licking their own wounds and biting their tongue. /end ID]

Extremely displeased to announce I just opened my writing doc to find the fic has not yet written itself. Will check back in tomorrow to see if it’s made any progress

omg those eyes!!!!!

This is SO, SO true!

http://cyrillia.tumblr.com/post/102196481128/shinywhimsy-luckyseventeen-i-hope-everyone

I hope everyone here understands that liam is taking every awkward, horrible question and completely toeing the party line and giving the expected answer to help his brothers out and I’ve never loved him more

"im an eldest daughter" alright but are you the daughter of an eldest daughter. lets talk about that

I’ll be good, I’ll be good (I’ll be good, I’ll be good)

What are you going to do about it?

"You do realize her birthday is less than a week away now, right?" Draco grit his teeth at Weasley's reminder and nodded. "I'm well aware." "So what are you going to do about it? She hasn't really let anyone celebrate it for the past few years and I think it's time." Ron refused to let the matter go, and Draco couldn't really blame him. Hermione had spent the handful of years following the war like most of them--picking up the scattered pieces of her life. She threw herself into finishing her N.E.W.T.s, then into her apprenticeship, and continued to work herself to exhaustion at her curse breaking job. While she still made time for friends, she afforded almost none for herself, ignoring vacation days and her birthday repeatedly claiming she "had more important things to do." "I'm actually visiting the family vault tomorrow afternoon." Ron Weasley immediately knew what he meant and sat up straight from his slouch, leveling his gaze on Draco. "You'll let me know if you need help with anything?" The man scoffed in response before pausing in thought. "Actually..." "What?" "Pansy showed me some photos that are apparently super popular with muggles or something--proposal pics?" Ron tilted his head in confusion. "I guess you get someone to hide and take pictures of the thing, you know, for the memories." A blush crept up Draco's neck and he looked away. "...are you asking me to be your proposal photographer, Malfoy?" Ron's grin grew as he leaned forward in excitement. Draco coughed and shuffled his feet in a distinctly un-Malfoy manner. "I suppose I am. Maybe Potter can help figure out how it all works and help you." His eyes jerked up to meet Ron's when the redhead punched him in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" "I had something else in mind for her birthday, but this is 10x better! Who would've thought? Draco Malfoy is a sappy romantic."