Once You Become A Certain Age, It Is Your Responsibility To Unlearn Behaviors That Hinder Your Growth

thinking abt that specific type of intimacy from being in someone’s bedroom for the first time, & you’re poking around their items, & they’re reclined backwards on their bed telling you all the little stories while they follow you around the room with their eyes, & you feel it

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."

My favorite thing about this video is watching Liam dance! LOL

One Direction - ‘Steal My Girl’ Wetten Dass

This one was a nail biter

@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

Coming into a fandom late

Slytherins appreciation drawing 🐍

This man.  Ugh.

The Umbrella Academy: 1x09 | 3x06

Chapter Five: Firewhisky and Tampons

Placing the pink stick back in its cup, Draco then picked up the oddly shaped cotton balls in the bright cardboard box she had left by the sink.

Tampons. Extra absorbent.

What the fuck was a tampon?

The shiny cylindrical thing didn’t seem absorbent to him. He thumbed the edges, finding the transparent material coating the object peeled away, revealing the tightly woven cotton beneath.

A string dangled down from it, which Draco picked up, finding he could slip his index finger underneath the knot tied at the end.

How in Merlin’s name was this shit supposed to be used?

He tentatively began to swing the thing around, whirling it in circles until it became a blur of white. He’d hoped spinning it would activate it somehow, but the moment he stopped it just hung limply from his finger.

Draco read the title on the box again, taking note of its apparent absorption properties.

“Suitable for heavy flow” he read out loud.

Flow of what?

Understanding jolted him forward and he hurried to turn on the tap. The clear stream sprayed down into the sink, and he thrust the thing under the water. Under the flow.

Merlin, he was a genius.